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“You’re an idiot.” George huffs, arms folded.
Dream pouts at him, and just gestures again at the pile of blankets in the centre of the nursery.
“It’s a bad nest. You’re not good at making nests. You said I could do it.”
“Georgie, please, you’re…” Dream cuts himself off from finishing, but his eyes dip to George’s middle, very much giving away his thought process.
“Clay. You promised me you wouldn’t do this alpha shit, you promised.” George cups his bump, and Dream shifts under his withering gaze.
“I know! I know I did, I know, and I’m not trying to-”
“Except you are, you are, and you swore you wouldn’t treat me like - like I’m some pathetic omega, that was all I fucking asked from you when we bonded, and now what? You think that now that you’ve knocked me up I’m just gonna simmer down, start being content being your personal puppymill, take away my agency to-”
“George, no. Babe.” Dream twists his hands together. “I don’t think that at all. You’re not pathetic, I know you’re not, and you are doing such an amazing job of carrying our pup and working and… and you’re wonderful. Doing so much for us. I’m sorry, I just wanted to help, you said you were tired, you wanted to edit, I thought… I was trying to help. Take something off your plate.”
George hunches his shoulders, and the spice in his scent mellows a bit.
“But you’re right. You’re better at making nests.” Dream bends down, and grabs a blanket, beginning to fold it away. “Sorry. I probably should have-”
“No, no, put it back.” George runs a hand over his face. “Sorry. It’s a good nest. I like it, I like your nests. And I appreciate it, what you’re doing. I know you’re not meaning to make me feel boxed in, I know. And you’re not, it’s nothing you’re doing, just… I don’t know. I went on Twitter today.”
“Oh.” Dream drops the blanket. Neither of them have checked in online since the pregnancy announcement. “I’m guessing it’s not… the best?”
George sighs, and slumps against Dream, nose pressing into his neck. He inhales deeply, and Dream makes a conscious effort to try and shift his scent from protective to comforting. George hates the protective scent at times where he’s already feeling that lack of agency he told Dream about before they bonded.
“Just stuff about… Yknow. Another omega giving into their true instincts, more proof that even male omegas can’t outrun the puppymill urge, finally I’m ‘understanding’ that I’m meant for breeding rather than work… The usual shit.”
Dream fights the urge to reply and quote-retweet every single person saying that, knowing full well it will only fuel the protective pheromones in the air. Instead he thinks about George in his arms, sad and in need of reassurance, and holds him tighter.
“Love your scent.” George mumbles. “Hate how much I love your scent.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being in love.” Dream tuts quietly. “I love your scent. Doesn’t make me weak.”
“‘S different.” George grunts. “My scent makes you feel strong and tough. Your scent just makes me feel swoon-y and weak.”
“Saying that as if I’m not swooning over you every second.” Dream runs his hand along George’s back. “You know I’ll back you up if you want to reply to all the idiots. Be your hypeman.”
“Mm. I kind of want you to do it. But then that’s just feeding into all the stupid stereotypes.”
“I did stuff for you all the time even before I knew you were an omega. And before we mated.”
“Yeah, well, that’s not how anyone else will see it.” George takes a deep breath, hand going to his belly. “C’mon puppy, mama doesn’t need you being all kick-y right now. Rest, please.”
“They’re kicking?”
“Mm. Not where you’d feel it. Like I swear, this kid is pummelling my diaphragm right now.”
Dream glides his fingers across the plane of George’s stomach. His bump is so cute and round now, watching it blossom has been one of many highlights of life.
Only 10 weeks to go. 10 more weeks, and they’ll be parents.
“We can cuddle?”
“Mkay.” George looks at the nursery nest. “But get me more blankets first. I just… have some improvements to make.”
Being in a relationship with George has been difficult. Dream’s never dated an omega before him, his two exes both being betas. Before Sapnap went to the UK, Dream thought George was an alpha, and George never said anything to make him doubt that. George never mentioned heats or prejudice or mating, but that makes sense, because it’s not like Dream or Sapnap ever brought it up either.
When they blew up online, there was talk about it. Theories about all three of their secondary sexes, the most commonly ‘accepted’ one being alpha Sapnap, and betas Dream and George. The DNF community did enjoy theorising about the double beta dynamics of their relationship, how surely they would take turns roleplaying as alpha and omega.
Until Sapnap got back from his England trip of March 2022, and mentioned it unprompted, slotted it in a joke.
“Dude, I had to sleep in a hotel, your place stank! And not just because you’re an omega.”
George had gotten quiet on the group call, as Dream reeled from the words.
It was bad timing, given Dream’s recent romantic feelings for George growing - it was beyond difficult to get George to believe him that it was a coincidence Dream fell in love around the same time he found out about his omega status.
So difficult, that Dream gave up on it a few weeks after George came to Florida. The idea in his head of them kissing dramatically at their first meeting did not come to fruition, and George rebuffed any hints Dream tried to drop.
It wasn’t until early 2023, after Dream had shoved his feelings to the back of his mind, that George confessed.
And at the beginning, it just got harder.
Dream doesn’t blame George for it. An early discussion revealed that when George was 19, he’d been in a relationship with an alpha that was dead-set on enforcing ‘traditional values’, and George was boxed into the role of a helpless omega who needed an alpha to protect them from everything. And George hated it - so much so that the first time Dream’s protective instincts kicked in when George got hit on at a bar, they had the world’s shortest break up (it lasted 2 hours, Dream cried the whole time, and George felt so guilty that they didn’t stop cuddling for a few days).
Things have gotten better - George initiated their mating bond, Dream does his best to stamp away his possessiveness and desire to pamper George 24/7, and George lets his guard down enough to let Dream take care of him.
George got pregnant during a heat. Obviously, that’s when most omegas get pregnant. Dream’s natural rut coincided with the heat, and while the sex had been amazing, both of their minds had been hazy.
Dream didn’t mean to knot George without protection. George didn’t mean to forget his morning-after pills.
When George shut himself in the bathroom to take a pregnancy test the following month, with his preheat nowhere to be seen, he demanded Dream not to lurk around and wait for him. Dream had been scared shitless, left on the other side of the door, before taking himself off to make lunch for the two of them.
George didn’t come and see him for an hour.
Dream spent an hour terrified that his stupid horny alpha brain ruined the best relationship he’s ever had. His mind talked itself in circles, guilt building and building as Dream dwelled on the fact that George never wanted to be pregnant. That was one of the things emphasised at the beginning of their relationship - if they wanted kids, George would not be carrying them. Either get a surrogate or adopt, those were the options, and of course Dream was okay with that.
In the two years they’d been dating, George had never suggested that opinion changed.
When George emerged, positive pregnancy test in hand, Dream blurted apologies, showed him the multiple different abortion clinics he’d found on google - sorted by highest amount of positive reviews to lowest - and desperately tried not to cry.
To say he was confused by George smiling at him, pulling him in for a kiss, and telling him ‘you’re going to be such a good dad’? Bewildered is an understatement.
There was obviously lots to talk about, on top of George’s repeated emphasis that this was not supposed to change their relationship or the way Dream treated him, but it was all okay.
More than okay.
Dream’s upset him a few times - he’s fetched things for George, carried George up the stairs, insisting George rest whenever possible, among other situations - and has been relegated to sleeping on the couch while George grumbles and growls at him that pregnancy doesn’t make him incompetent.
Which is fair. Dream is doing his best to take those comments on board; other times, he argues back, puts his foot down. That sure, he is pampering George by running him a bubble bath, but that’s only because he mentioned achy ankles or a sore back. Yes, he did get up and grab George a packet of chips instead of letting him do it, but that’s because he said the baby only just settled down after a long evening of constant wriggling, and Dream doesn’t want getting out of bed to disturb that peace.
It’s a lot of compromise from both of them; Dream has to reel in his overprotective personality and the alpha instinct to keep his pregnant omega ‘safe from others’, and George has to acknowledge that his pregnancy does impede him sometimes, and that Dream wants to help because he loves him, not because of ancient alpha and omega dynamics.
The pregnancy announcement video was posted on George’s channel - a quick 2 minute ‘skit’ about the increased number of comments regarding George’s body that were left on all three of the Dream Team’s videos, ending with a George comedically ‘deciding’ to get pregnant as a ‘cover-up’ for the changes he’s gone through, followed by ‘DNF Family Patch launches January 2026 after 9 months of development' written in the Minecraft font flashing on screen.
George had been apprehensive; since their relationship announcement, and the reveal of multiple creators’ secondary sexes in The 2024 Sex Leak, a lot of people have expected that Dream would eventually one day get George pregnant, and George would quit the content creator life to become a fulltime mom. It’s happened with many streamers in the past, with the reason given to be ‘too many fluffy omega hormones to concentrate on content’ rather than ‘a constant build-up of pressure, judgement and disdain when a new mother returns to content post-partum’. George has denied the idea multiple times, whenever some idiot asked him about it, so to announce the pregnancy was like ‘going back’ on that.
Dream thinks it’s stupid. He was ready to go online and whiteknight for him the second it was posted, but refrained. Probably smart, as his career probably would not survive Minecraft YouTuber BERATES fans for DARING to comment on his mate’s pregnancy announcement! - it’s already taken enough hits over the years, that may well be the breaking point.
Still. He would, if George asks him to.
Anyone who talks shit about his mate deserves an angry reply or two.
Instead, Dream fetches more blankets and pillows, helps George arrange them, and then curls into the nest with him.
George usually only nests around his heat; as the due date gets ever closer, he’s taken to wanting one in every room in the house. The nursery’s the most important, as their pup will be spending their early days laying with them here, thus why Dream wanted to help.
He can imagine it already. George is nestled under blankets, and Dream is wrapped around him, hand on his bump. It’s so easy to visualise their little baby between them, the idea enough to make Dream weepy.
“You comfy?” Dream kisses George’s cheek. “More blankets?”
“No. This is good.” George sighs deeply, and rubs his belly. “Fuck. Feels so heavy. ‘S so hard to move sometimes.”
“I know.” Dream breathes in George’s scent. It’s sweetening more and more with every kiss Dream presses to his skin and with every caress of his bump. “And you’re doing so well. Our pup is so big, you’re so amazing, no one else in the world could carry them as well as you do.”
“Who else would be carrying your pup?” George grumbles, and he winds his arms around Dream’s neck. “You’re mine.”
“I am. Yours, 100%. Would never ever want to have a baby with anyone else. Only want pups with you.”
“Pups? Plural?” George scoffs, and the smell of strawberries and milk and home and their pup and George and love, and, and, and gets stronger. Dream could drown in it, happily.
“Yeah. Plural.” Dream nuzzles George’s scent gland, drinking in more of it. “You want more than one baby with me, I can smell it.”
“Nuh uh.” George’s soft scent is overwhelming. “Your nose is lying to you.”
“Okay. We’ll just have one pup then. That’s okay with me.”
A slightly sour note hits the air. Dream smirks at it, and doesn’t prod further, George’s cheeks heating pink.
Instead, Dream cradles the baby bump, humming when he feels the tiniest little kicks against his palm.
“They’re going to love being out here.” Dream coos. “Our pup. They’ll love you so much George. Ten years time, they’ll be watching your streams and stuff, I bet.”
George laughs again, and his arms tighten around Dream.
“You think I’ll still be streaming in ten years?”
“I mean, we’ll both be older, I feel like we’d have fallen off a bit, but yeah. If we wanted to stay, fans would stick around. Even when we’re 70 years and posting videos from the nursing home.”
“No.” George bites his lip. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Oh.” Dream looks at George’s bump. “Honey. You should only ever step away when you want to. I’m not gonna let anyone force you out.”
“What if everyone’s right though?” George shuts his eyes. “What if like… I’m neglecting them, if I go back to work.”
“That’s been proven to be bullshit George, more and more omegas are returning to work after-”
“Okay, no, I mean… What if I feel like a failure? Like, maybe the pup won’t love me as much. Or if they don’t feel as loved in general, like they go to school and wonder why they don’t have a full-time mom?”
“Well. Beyond that still being a load of bullshit - of course our pup is gonna adore you, George, even when you get back online after maternity leave - it’s like… I don’t know. If we were in a situation where the pup needed one of us to quit, I’d do it.”
“What?”
“I wouldn’t want you to feel obligated to do that! Not when I know that the stereotypes get to you. I’d rather die than remind you of how it felt back then, Georgie.”
“You’re such an idiot.” George sniffles, and Dream cups his cheek. “So silly.”
“Yeah. An idiot who loves you.” Dream kisses George again. “You and the pup are my whole world. If I had to step back from content for you guys, I would. In a heartbeat.”
“Love you.” George mumbles. “Love you so much. My alpha.”
His tone is fond, and it makes Dream’s heart stutter. It’s a rare treat to be called that.
“Always. Always your alpha.”
“Mm. Your omega.”
“I think the pregnancy hormones are scrambling your brain a bit now.” Dream snorts. “Who are you, and what have you done with George?”
George scoffs. “I’m trying to be nice.”
“Well it’s weird. When have I ever called you ‘my omega’?”
Even though it’s a question, the phrase feels so good on Dream’s tongue. He loves it, loves being George’s and loves that George is his, but he’s refrained from saying it out loud.
“You haven’t. I know you’d like to, but you haven’t, because you care about me too much or whatever. So I’m giving you this singular opportunity, don’t waste it. We’re having a moment.”
Dream snorts.
“Can I save it, or do I have to say it now?”
“Now.” George cradles his belly. “I’m feeling all sappy, it can only be now.”
Dream kisses George gently. “Well. I am so honoured you chose me to be your alpha. Not a day goes by where I don’t feel infinitely lucky that you’re my omega.”
“Ew. Gross.”
“I - Puppy, did you hear that? Mommy literally asked me to say it, and now he’s acting like it was my idea!”
“I didn’t ask you to, I said you could, it’s completely different.” George scoffs. “And don’t bring our pup into this, you know they’ll side with me, and you’ll get sad.”
Dream huffs, and burrows lower into the nest so that he’s eye level with the bump.
“Baby. One kick for team mommy, two kicks for team daddy.”
He puts his palm on George's stretched skin. He feels one tiny kick against it.
“Rigged.” Dream huffs. “I bet mommy paid you off.”
George laughs, and the pup kicks again.
Dream elects not to try and argue that that constitutes a second kick, and so their baby is actually on his side for this one. George’s gaze is too loving and Dream’s adoration is too strong.
George falls asleep not long after - if Dream grabs his mate’s phone and mutes any and all possible hurtful phrases on Twitter, that’s between him and the pup.