My Husband’s Home: MM Omegaverse Mpreg Romance - Blossoming of Fate, #7

Two young mates seem to be doing everything in an unusual order, but that doesn't mean they can't complete a few more 'usual' milestones, even out of order... DestinNew year, new. Well, new everything, it seems. By some luck, and with help from our parents, we were able to buy the house that Seb and I looked at a few weeks back, and the renovation of it has been progressing slowly but steadily. Between taking evening classes and working full-time, my free time has become increasingly limited and every spare moment I have is spent on getting our house ready.
It's a lot of hard work, but it's very much worth it. As I'm getting ready for the next chapter of my life, I realise two things. I don't just want our house to be livable, I want it to be special, and I know just the thing to make that happen. And I want to propose to Seb. Since we've already mated and Seb is already pregnant, it might be a little redundant, but I still want to do it. I want him to be my husband, no matter how sappy that sounds. SebI'm so exhausted.
My university classes and working on the new house would have been a strain on me even under normal circumstances, but with me being pregnant... I feel like I'm never getting enough rest, no matter how much I sleep. It's all getting a little too much. Luckily, my younger brother Dan now living with Mia and me helps with the workload at home, but I still feel like I need more sleep than I can get in a day.
I know I can do it. I want to do it so much. I want to show the world that Omegas aren't weak, that I can do all of this. But I don't know how much longer I can keep going at this rate... This is the seventh novella about Alpha Destin and Omega Seb in the Blossoming of Fate serial, which takes place in the non-shifter Omegaverse Mates World and contains mpreg (male-pregnancy). This novella may include any of these elements: steamy scenes, 'I need tissues NOW' moments, cries of 'why, oh, why' and cliffhangers that make you bite your nails (and curse the author).