By the third day of travel, it had become impossible to keep Roxanne separate from Vivianne in any capacity, the omega had developed an insistence on remaining close, she didn't want to be far from her alpha wife. If Roxanne rode on horseback, Vivianne would insist on following her, and Roxanne knew best that Vivianne was better in the carriage.
So, by default, they're now traveling by carriage. Vivianne nestles herself against Roxanne's chest, her fingers tangled in Roxanne's clothing, her scent blooming warm and steady. She needs to keep herself close with Roxanne and have her scent all over her.
"It's the baby." Roxanne only nodded, brushing her thumb across Vivianne's back.
Of course it was. An omega in gestation often sought the alpha's scent, craved it, and needed it. There's no annoyance, no inconvenience. Only a comfortable feeling settled in Roxanne's chest, as if something that had been wrong for years had finally aligned.
