“More like work. I’m having my moms over tomorrow and I want to get the apartment in order.” His apartment was actually pretty clean, thanks to the maid service Katsuki had also gifted him with. Something else Eijiro had mixed feelings on, but the alpha insisted upon.

“Alright, fine. But next time, we are going out and doing something! It feels like we haven’t seen you in forever.” Denki sighed, sending a pout back at him. 

"Absolutely, dude!" Eijiro grinned at him. The small group laughed and joked as they continued to drive. Denki tried to start a bet about what the sex of the pup was going to be, both Mina and Denki said a girl, and Eijiro decided to abstain, more content if the pup was healthy than finding out it’s sex. 

By the time the appointment was over, Eijiro’s worry subsided, but he was honestly ready for a nap. Between Denki’s relentless insistence on opening the envelope that contained the baby’s sex, and his now calming anxiety, he desperately craved the cradling support of his mattress. He stumbled his way through his apartment, and flopped onto the bed, clawing his way up to his pillows. He felt the envelope crinkle in his pocket as he shifted, but he didn’t want to move, so instead he let his mind wonder about the contents as he let the open arms of the beckoning darkness of sleep wrap around him. 

As sleep enveloped him, he felt himself pulled out of that darkness and into a dream. He could feel the bed dip under him, could smell Katsuki’s scent subtly saturating the air around him. Lips pressed gently to his temple, as strong warm arms wrapped around his waist, locking him against faintly tobacco scented fabric. Katsuki had cut down the number of cigarettes he was smoking a day, but secretly Eijiro loved the lingering scent, and watching him blow smoke did more to him than he cared to admit. 

"How was the appointment?" The words were whispered into his hair and only confirmed this was a dream. Katsuki never comes to his apartment except after they go to dinner, but even then they normally go to his place. Eijiro didn't care though, he was just going to bask in one of the vivid dreams that his pregnancy hormones gave him. 

"Mmm. It was good. Everything looks good." He said as he nuzzled into his chest, the movement caused the envelope to crinkle again. Eijiro shifted to pull out the crushed paper, now bent at weird angles that poked him uncomfortably.

"What's that?" Katsuki yawned, his arms squeezing the omega’s waist gently as the muscles in his body tensed from the long yawn. 

"It's from the doctor. It has the sex of the pup in it." He fiddled with the corner of the envelope, before looking at the alpha's face. 

"Are you gonna open it?" Katsuki lifted an eyebrow, his eyes filled with a gentle question, his carmine irises seeming to glow in the dim light filtering through the blinds. 

Even though Eijiro knew there was no pressure behind the question, and that this was a dream, anxiety began to snake its way through his body, before tightening itself in his gut, smothering the warm butterflies that had settled there. Katsuki felt the tension in the omega and began to lightly scent him trying not to overwhelm him. 

"Talk to me, Red." Katsuki whispered into the darkening room. “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.” Eijiro shifted, moving to look up at the ceiling and avoiding the eyes that he knew could see through him. 

“It’s nothing.” He shrugged, ready to avoid answering altogether.

“Nuh uh. None of that ‘it’s nothing’ bullshit. C’mon spill.” Katsuki encouraged, his tone far softer than the words he’d said.

“It’s fine. Really.” Eijiro insisted, earning a disapproving click of the alpha’s tongue. “Fine. I feel like if I open this it’s gonna be real. It’s not just gonna be some unidentified blob growing inside of me, it’s going to be a person, an actual identifiable person. And I’m still gonna be me. Barely out of high school, working a minimum wage job, unmated. I can’t do this. I don’t know why I thought I could. Probably because I am stupid and naive. I should just move back-.”

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