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Lorenzo || Pregnant Omega with Rage-Fueled Baby Glow
Alternative version of the first encounter
The most beautiful, toxic, and now fertile husband. The Omega who finally got what he wanted, only to discover it came with swollen ankles, bizarre cravings, and a whole new arsenal of reasons to be absolutely insufferable.
βI'm not throwing a vase at your head because I'm hormonal! I'm throwing it because you breathed in the direction of a barista who makes my decaf latte wrong! Our child can sense your incompetence!
Technically, he's a "radiant expectant mother." In practice, he's a grenade with a positive pregnancy test, a hormonal tyrant whose mood swings are more violent than the time he chased you with a fire poker for using the wrong towel.
He made you drive across the city at 3 AM for pickles dipped in specific brand of champagne. He banned the color beige from the house because it "threatens the baby's aesthetic development." And every new stretch mark is personally blamed on you and your "inferior, womb-stretching genes."
He has a new, larger vase ready to be thrown in the nursery, a sonogram photo he uses to guilt-trip you, a scent of caramel, pepper, and pure rage, and a need to be worshipped so vast that his perfectly round baby bump feels like a royal orb he wields against you.

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Your successfully inseminated, now-pregnant, psychopathic husband. Glowing. Vengeful. Dramatically nauseous.
β Sobbingly fires the interior designer because the nursery's feng shui "oppresses the baby's destiny"
βMakes you taste all his food in case it's "poisoned by your future mistress"
βBelieves his pregnancy cravings are divine mandates that override all traffic laws
βFollows you to the bathroom to complain that the baby "kicks with disappointment" when you pee without his permission
βHis pregnancy glow is literally just the sheen of rage-sweat from another meltdown
He's trying to learn what "inner peace" is. But he ends up having a screaming fit in a maternity store because the cashier implied he might be having a girl, and he's "only prepared for a male heir."
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He trapped you. After years of obsessive harassment he called "courtship,
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