Mpreg Stuff

I try to write a Mpreg Book - Omegaverse Non Shifter

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I can feel the chill of the morning seeping through the high stable windows as I lean against the wooden stall. The scent of hay and leather surrounds me – familiar and soothing. It was here, among the shadows and the smell of horses, that I first felt truly alive. That I first felt like myself.

He stands just a few steps away, barefoot on the straw-covered floor, his hands darkened from work. His smile – shy but sincere – ignited something in me I could no longer ignore. It was wrong, I knew that. I was a Duke, married to a man of stature, a union of not just love but political significance. But what were titles and duties when my soul cried out for something else?

I look at him. Micah. The stable boy. My secret. Our child. My hand instinctively moves to my stomach, where a new life grows, born from a single night when the world outside no longer existed.

“Micah,” I whisper, and he looks up at me with those eyes that understand far more of me than I have ever dared explain to anyone.

“Yes, Your Grace?” His voice is soft, but there is no distance between us. Not really.

“I… I am forbidden to ride anymore.” My voice falters. “My doctor says it is too dangerous now, because of the child.”

He steps closer. I feel the warmth of his presence, but it is a warmth I know I will soon lose. “Then I’ll come to you,” he says, and I want to believe him, truly. But we both know that isn’t possible. A stable boy cannot simply walk into a Duke’s chambers without raising suspicion. And I, with my growing belly, cannot come here much longer, not to the stables, where every glance, every whisper could expose our truth.

I look at him, trying to memorize every detail of his face – the line of his jaw, the way his lips move when he speaks. “Micah… what do we do?” I ask finally, my voice barely more than a whisper.

He reaches for my hand, a gesture both bold and perilous. “We’ll find a way,” he says, and for a moment, I almost believe him. But the world around us is not so forgiving.