Sapphic omegaverse. One omega, one alpha, four days, no names.

Cecily's body only finishes one way, and it has nothing to do with where anyone would think to reach.

She is an omega of forty-two who has managed every heat herself and knows exactly what hers needs: relief that comes through her breasts and nowhere else. Across four days they swell heavier than she can comfortably carry, aching under their own weight until sitting, moving, even breathing around them becomes its own work.

She can still reach relief alone. What she can no longer carry alone is everything around it, the support, the sustained care, the staying fed and warm and upright while her body demands round after round.

This turns out to be the hardest heat she has ever had. Managed by herself, it would have ended in the emergency sedation she has always dreaded. She books the alpha matched to exactly this instead.

Imogen carries the weight. She reads the contractions as they climb from pelvis to chest, stays close between rounds when the ache is too much to set down, and never once treats what Cecily needs as stranger than it is.

Four days. No names, no after. Just the first time everything her body needed was already here, and not one part of it was hers to carry alone.