It was supposed to be a special night, Oswald thought as he threw away the food he couldn't stand eating. He'd even cooked, even though he wasn't much of a cook. But he had wanted to do this. It was, after all, what was expected of him. A sweet, obedient little omega, waiting at home for his big strong alpha. Well, that was the stereotype anyway. Not that he or Ed really gave a damn about stereotypes. But still. A special night.
But now it was midnight and Ed still hadn't showed up. He'd called three times, but- no reply. Not even a text. It was strange. Oswald didn't like it. It made him feel needy, small, insecure. He hated feeling like that. He hadn't allowed himself those feelings since his mother died. But maybe it was true what they said, once your life changed in the way his was going to change, you changed too. He pressed his hands to his stomach, fancying he could feel a tiny flutter of a presence. It was ridiculous of course, she was too tiny to move about so that he'd feel it. But he had a picture of her, even if it barely showed more than a grainy… thing. And still, it had been enough for him to fall head over heels for that tiny blob. Almost as fast as he had fallen for her father.
He wondered what she'd look like, when she was born. If Ed would like the name he'd picked out. But it sounded good, didn't it? Claudia Nygma. Because she'd take his name, right? Even if they weren't married. They'd get married, once he'd told Ed that they were having a baby.
But where was he?