Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 234: Congratulations

Twins

I stand by the door, pacing. My hands clench and unclench at my sides as I watch the physician—a priestess of Elaris’—examine Noelle. He’s fast asleep, deep in a way that unsettles me. I had tried waking him this morning, and for a brief moment, he had stirred, groggy but responsive. Then, after his bath, he had barely made it back to bed before sleep claimed him again.

That was when the unease settled deep in my bones.

Now, I watch as the priestess checks his pulse, her fingers lingering longer than I would like. My stomach tightens with worry as she moves through her silent examination.

When she finally turns to me, I straighten immediately, crossing the room in two steps.

"So? Is there anything wrong with my husband?" I ask, unable to hide the impatience in my voice. My foot taps against the wooden floor, the sound sharp in the quiet room.

She smiles. That knowing, infuriating smile. It reminds me of a certain bishop.I don’t trust that smile.

Then, with a calmness that rattles me, she says, "Congratulations. He’s pregnant."

My breath catches.

The air seems to thin around me, my pulse thundering in my ears.

Pregnant.

Noelle is pregnant.

It’s not that I hadn’t suspected—he’s been more tired than usual, his appetite changing—but hearing it spoken aloud makes it real. A strange, overwhelming feeling grips me, a mixture of joy and something raw and vulnerable that I can’t name.

Then Mona speaks up. "But the last time, with Mimi, he didn’t sleep this much."

My joy halts.

A sharp, immediate panic replaces it. I turn toward Mona just as the priestess sighs, rubbing her forehead like she’s bracing for my reaction.

"Of course," she says, as if it should be obvious. "That’s because there are two life forms this time. The pregnancy is taking more of his energy."

I go still.

The words don’t register at first.

Two.

Two life forms.

Twins.

I feel the energy drain from my body.

The priestess is still talking, probably giving instructions, but I hear none of it. It’s just noise, distant and irrelevant to the chaos in my mind. My knees feel weak, my hands are trembling, and I force myself to breathe through the whirlwind of emotions threatening to swallow me whole.

Twins.

Noelle is carrying twins.

The priestess leaves with Mona, but I barely notice. The room feels strangely quiet now, like the world itself has paused.

Slowly, I make my way to the bed and sit beside Noelle’s sleeping form.

He looks peaceful, completely unaware of the storm raging inside me. His long raven-black hair spills over the pillows in dark, silken waves. His breathing is steady, his lips slightly parted in sleep. He looks so small like this, fragile in ways he never allows himself to be when awake.

And now... he’s carrying two of our children.

I exhale shakily, pressing a hand to my face, trying to steady myself.

I wasn’t there for Mimi’s pregnancy. I wasn’t there to hold him when he was sick, to comfort him when the exhaustion set in, to watch him grow with our child inside him. I missed everything.

But not this time.

This time, I’ll be here for every moment. Every craving, every sleepless night, every bit of joy and frustration. He won’t go through this alone.

My chest tightens as I reach out, my fingers brushing over his stomach. It’s still flat, but the thought of what’s growing inside sends another rush of emotion through me.

"Twins," I whisper, the word foreign yet sacred.

A quiet chuckle escapes me—part disbelief, part overwhelming awe.

I let my hand rest gently over his abdomen, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath.

How can someone so small carry two?

I shake my head, smiling faintly. Noelle has always been stronger than he looks. Stubborn beyond measure. He’ll do this with the same fierce determination he approaches everything in life.

I lean down, pressing a kiss to his temple. His skin is warm, and he stirs slightly but doesn’t wake.

"You have no idea how much I love you," I murmur, my lips ghosting over his forehead.

I shift closer, wrapping my arm around him as I lie down beside him, careful not to disturb his sleep. My hand remains over his stomach, my thumb rubbing slow,

reverent circles.

This time, I’ll be here.

For every moment.

For him, for them.

Noelle shifts in his sleep, his brows furrowing slightly as he instinctively presses closer to my warmth. His long, raven-black hair spills over the pillows, strands curling slightly where the night air brushes against them. I absently comb my fingers through it, smoothing the silky locks away from his face.

Even in sleep, he is beautiful.

My beloved star.

I should be overjoyed. And I am, but beneath the happiness, there is fear.

I have fought wars. Led armies. Stood against men twice my size and walked away the victor. And yet, nothing has ever made me feel as vulnerable as this.

Becoming a father.

Again.

The first time, I wasn’t there.

I try not to dwell on that truth—it still sits in my chest like an open wound, one that I’ll never be able to close. Noelle had gone through his pregnancy with Mimi alone. I missed his cravings, his stubborn insistence that he was fine even when he wasn’t, his quiet moments of joy when he felt the baby kick for the first time. frёewebnoѵēl.com

He had Mimi without me.

This time, the thought of missing even a second is unbearable.

I tighten my hold around him, just slightly. He shifts again, a soft hum escaping his lips as he nuzzles against my chest.

I wonder if he’ll be happy when he wakes up.

He had barely adjusted to the idea of being pregnant again, and now we have two new lives on the way.

A small smile tugs at my lips as I imagine the look on his face when I tell him.