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Harry was told what was expected from him. He was betrothed to the heir of the Tomlinson pack even before he was born. Surrounded and raised by biddable omegas, whose only purpose in life was to serve their alphas, he became on...
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It had been a rushed morning today with his alarm not working (and a rare phenomenon where Harry had slept in till eleven, resulting in both of them being late for work). It was alright in the end, though. Not as if someone was going to scold either of them for being hours late. "Can I come in?" He raised his brows at the peculiar question, nonetheless, gesturing the omega to enter the tiny office. "What's with the formalities today?" He asked once Niall had settled himself on the chair across from his desk, closing his laptop shut to give his undivided attention to the unwontedly quiet omega. "I wanted to give in my resignation letter," Niall mumbled, avoiding his gaze as he shuffled forward to place an envelope on his desk.
"I know that I've got six more months before my contract ends but Liam and I, we, uhm, we don't want to take any chances with this. We've already gone through enough, and I don't feel like taking any chances with this baby."
"When are you leaving the job?" He questioned, pretending as if he hadn't noticed a tear sneaking its way out of Niall's eye. He knew pregnancy was a sore spot for the couple, especially for Niall who had nurtured a baby for seven whole months only to end up in the A&E in the middle of the night, clothes and heart stained with the baby's blood. Talking more about it would only end up with an overly emotional Niall, and he knew the omega hated showing any signs of vulnerability around anyone else who wasn't Liam. "It's a two-week notice. I'll do what's expected of me for the current month before I leave, so you don't have to rush around to find a new person for the job immediately." He nodded to display his gratitude for the decision, flapping open the yellow envelope to skim through the letter.
"Good luck with the pregnancy. And you're dismissed from work if you wish to leave now." He enunciated after checking his watch. Niall shot him an appreciative smile before turning to leave the room. "Oh, and we can arrange a few adjustments which can help you work from home for these two weeks if you wish." Niall stilled by the doorway, turning around halfway with an eyebrow quirked, amusement detectable on his face.
"Since when did you get this understanding?"
"I can still fire you."
"And end up with no one to help you with the daily financial records?" The corner of Niall's lips was curled up in a knowing smirk, cheeks flushed, and Louis wondered just how pregnancy worked its wonders on a person. "You are going to be leaving, anyway. Might as well fire you now." He retorted with an insouciant shrug, loosening his tie slightly as he reclined back in his chair. "You have fired enough people this year, one more and you will end up on the bottom level of the management." Niall countered back, the smirk now replaced by a smug smile that reached the corners of his eyes. Pregnancy looked good on Niall. He wondered how it would look on Harry. His cheeks would probably be a darker shade of red, he concluded. His eyes would definitely be brighter, and shine like the everlasting light of the moon.
"I want to get the fuck out of this shithole, honestly. So, I wouldn't mind being transferred to the bottom level." He replied earnestly, lower lip pulled in between his teeth. Harry would definitely act clingier than he did while experiencing the afterglow of an orgasm. "As if you'd work under someone after exercising your tyrannical control over your current employees." He nodded, flicking his gaze to the paperwork laid in front of him before it was back on the omega standing by the doorway. "I'd fuck them up until the only option they would have is to fire me." Harry would probably make quaint, little nests that would only smell like him and his pups. "Sure, woolgather all you want. I am leaving now, can't be wasting my time talking to you when I could be getting fucked against the kitchen counter." He nodded again, watching as the blond left the room, shutting the door close behind him.
