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Alhaitham stares at himself through the mirror, frowning.
He expected this at least, it just didn't occur to him that it would be this soon. But then again, he always preferred tight clothing, it shapes his body well.
Yet as time passes by, those muscles become softer, his abs faded, replacing it with a small, soft baby bump.
A result of his pregnancy.
He tried pulling his shirt down again, until a small sound of ripping reached his ears. Alhaitham just grunts, gritting his teeth in annoyance.
It appears that neither of his clothes fit him anymore.
It was just as if it did yesterday, although rather forced. Alhaitham goes to work with the same shirt despite it sticking out his stomach further. And then, there were some questionable looks given to him. He doesn't care what they perceive of him, but having eyes all over him because of obvious reasons gets overwhelming sometimes.
And now, it was as if it grew overnight, which reminded him that he is already in the 2nd trimester.
Both his arms flopped beside him lazily as he sat on the bed, giving up from wearing the shirt. Alhaitham continues to stare at himself, until he hears a clicking of the door being opened. The mirror reveals a blond behind him, and before he knew it, someone was wrapping his arms around his waist.
“There you are,” With a kiss on his cheek, Kaveh sat right next to him with a fond look, then he took notice of his… situation. He chuckled, but he immediately stopped when he felt that piercing glare from his mate. The blond pats Alhaitham’s thigh, before squeezing it, “Are you off to work? I already prepared breakfast.”
Alhaitham stares at him skeptically. Then, he gestures to the obvious problem, “Do you think I can show up to the akademiya looking like this?”
The alpha snorts, resting his head over the ashen’s shoulder while he stares at it. Alhaitham subconsciously strokes his stomach, before poking at his belly button. Kaveh grins at the small gesture, finding it endearing.
“You know you can borrow my clothes, right?” Kaveh hints at Alhaitham, but he simply shakes his head in response, “I can, but I would rather prefer to have some of my own soon. Although I want it to be tailored specifically to match my frame due to obvious reasons.”
That obvious reason being him having a much larger frame than an average omega, which would be a problem to find in the market. Alhaitham loves his body, even when it’s changing now, but it would take a long time to commission a customized maternity clothing. Yet, Kaveh simply gives him a smug smile, as if he knows something— or scheming, he realized.
“Actually…” The blond stood up from the bed, momentarily leaving him in the room before coming back with a large box that Alhaitham hadn't seen before. He furrowed his eyebrows, but the packaging’s design reminded him of the nation of justice.
Speculations began to form in his head, but before he could ask, Kaveh let out a small chuckle, “Remember when I asked you a favor and got your measurements and I didn’t tell you what it is for?”
Alhaitham recalls that Kaveh did ask him for that. He speculated that perhaps he wanted to get him something, but that was months ago. If he got him something to wear, he doubts it’ll fit him at all, especially with how much his body has changed now. As he was about to comment on it, the blond finally opened it.
His eyes widened.
“Well, when I told mother we were trying for a pup,” Kaveh starts, taking out the dress for Alhaitham to inspect closely, “She demanded me to give her measurements as soon as I can once we deem successful. And when we did, I immediately wrote a letter to her and also provided what’s necessary. The box just got delivered earlier when you were still asleep.”
Truly, his breath was taken away. He was not the one who appreciates the arts as much as Kaveh does, but he knows a good stitch when he sees it. The cloth feels comfortable to touch, and there is not much going on with the design, just as he likes it. He carefully stands, pressing it against his body, seeing as it passes just right below his knee.
“How was she able to pull this off?” He asks curiously.
Kaveh shrugs with a chuckle, “Honestly, I have no idea! But she’s been really persistent through her letters.” He said to him, watching his lover make his way in front of the mirror. He then remembers something, turning away for a moment, “Actually, she sent more clothes! I feel like she experimented with the design more, whether to make it closer to Sumeru’s fashion or Fontaine’s. I think you’ll like—” his breath hitches as soon as he looked back to Alhaitham, “ ...This one.”
The ashen turns himself around, now wearing the said dress, seeing as how it perfectly fits him; from his shoulders, to its length, and how his baby bump sticks out from the flowy material. That’s when Kaveh began to notice the subtle puff of Alhaitham’s cheeks, watching it heat up as he keeps looking back to the mirror to observe himself, how he also subconsciously strokes his stomach to shape it, and then he opens his mouth.
“Does it look okay?” Alhaitham asked, his tone softer and genuinely asking for reassurance. He stares at Kaveh, seeing him rendered speechless upon seeing him with the dress. He frowns, approaching his mate with a concern but amused look, bringing out his hand to wave it in front of his face, “Hello? Wow, you are incredibly funny, Kaveh.” He simply spoke sarcastically.
The comment got the blond to snap out from his not-so-proper thoughts. He gulps, trying to keep his composure before giving Alhaitham a shaky smile. “Y-Yes?”
“Are you being serious?” Alhaitham asks him with a smug smile while crossing arms. “Or are you just toying with me?”
“T-Toying you with what? Fuck, Alhaitham— you—” He gently holds his lover by his shoulders, pushing him away slightly to take a better look out of him, and his heart continues to race and reach impossible heights, he might as well get a heart attack.
His lips parted, face obviously turning into a shade of red, before he finally speaks.
“You’re beautiful.”
“Am I, now?” Alhaitham spoke with a teasing tone. Seeing as Kaveh keeps acting dramatically and still ‘speechless’ , he turns around and shakes his head. While he stares at himself through the mirror, he can see Kaveh approaching behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist.
He exhales deeply, leaning onto his embrace, intertwining their hands together before bringing it on top of his belly. He lets Kaveh touch it, stroke it fondly, and just as he expected it, his skin stretched slightly from where their pup had given him a kick. A small laugh escapes from Alhaitham’s lips, as his gaze meets Kaveh’s eyes through the mirror.
A kiss was placed over the bond mark his mate had given them the night of their mating, and he shudders at the sensation, feeling how Kaveh inhales his scent. The blond continues to do so, pressing kisses all over his shoulder, “You never cease to make my heart race, Hayi. ” he whispers softly, “Are you seeing yourself? Look at you— you look incredible, glowing and full of our child. ”
Alhaitham snorts, “Of course I can see myself, we’re in front of a mirror.”
Kaveh huffs, nuzzling his nose over the spot Alhaitham feels ticklish on. Of course, the other tenses under his touch, tapping his hand to stop it. He laughs at his reaction, his heart too full at having the mother of his child here in his embrace.
And archons, how Kaveh feels truly incredibly lucky to have Alhaitham as his mate.
“My beautiful and handsome muse, oh how much I love you.” Kaveh spoke, his tone sultry as he slightly swayed their bodies together. He can hear how his mate stopped breathing for a moment, before letting out a loud exhale and leans onto him more. He can see from the mirror how Alhaitham closed his eyes, basking into the moment of their shared intimacy and domesticity.
“You’re being dramatic,” Alhaitham commented, before mumbling, “And I love you more, Kaveh.”
Kaveh might’ve just fallen for him even more.