When I woke up, I was amazed that I had been able to sleep without Matt's jacket near me. And even worse, I had slept longer than usual, like a baby.

I looked down, noticing that I was not cold even without a blanket. It turned out I had curled up under John's enormous jacket.

I shoved my head under it, embarrassed, making his scent even stronger. I quickly pulled it out and sighed.

What the heck is going on?

I should have bought a jacket a long time ago, but my laziness for not wanting to go shopping and not wanting to spend money had made me put it off until now. And every time I came home, John offered me one of his jackets.

Maybe that was affecting me, since I practically spent the whole day smelling of him.

I tried to ignore what had happened and started getting ready to go where we were meeting.

It was Sunday, which also happened to be my day off. And now that I thought about it, I did not really understand why I had to go with John for something work-related.

Last night he had said he needed help with some things and wanted me to go with him for a second opinion.

I was ready an hour before the agreed-upon time, since it was my day off, and also the day I took the few clothes I owned to be washed. I grabbed the laundry bag, and before leaving the room, my gaze fell upon John's jacket.

After giving me one every day, he had finally decided to lend me this one until the end of winter. And now that the weather was starting to change, I would not need it as much. I put it on and left the hotel, but not before paying the fee for the whole week.

I headed to my usual laundromat and left all my things there, including John's jacket.

I did not want to leave it, but I had slept in it and had to return it soon, so I decided it was time to buy a jacket so I would not freeze for the remaining days. The weather was changing, but it was still quite cold. I went to the mall and entered the first clothing store I saw. I grabbed the first decent jacket in my size that I found on sale and decided to buy it.

I did not usually do that,  but now that I did not have that much money, I had no other choice.

As soon as I left the place, I stretched it out and put it on. It was warm. Not as warm as John's, but it was still very warm.

Matt used to complain that I was too picky about clothes, even though he liked my style. But after I left home, I had stopped doing that because I did not want him to spend too much money on me, so I just bought things on sale. Matt said I did not have to do that, but I did it anyway.

One day, out of the blue, he showed up with several outfits that were my style, but expensive too. I scolded him for buying them, but all he managed to say was that they were for 'his omega,' while he kissed me. And now I only had one of the outfits he had chosen, and it was the one I wore that day.

I sighed and put my hands in my pockets.

I still missed him, terribly. Memories of him kept coming back to me, but they were not as painful as they used to be.

"Excuse me..." I heard someone say behind me as they grabbed my sleeve.

I turned my head and met a pair of dark, almond-shaped eyes that I had only seen twice before.

I could feel my whole body tense up.

I stared at her, somewhat dazed.

The times I had seen her before, I had not paid much attention, but now that she was standing right in front of me, I could tell for sure that this girl was definitely a foreigner. Judging by her features, I could tell she was Asian, maybe from Korea or Japan.

Her face was quite delicate, and her skin very fair, contrasting with her long, black hair.

"D-Do you have a minute?" Matt's omega asked with her surprisingly good command of English.

I frowned, but then relaxed.

I had no idea what she wanted to tell me, but I figured it would not hurt to hear what she had to say, because she did not seem like a bad person.

"... Sure," I replied, turning completely around to face her.

I was several inches taller than her, since she was really small.

I noticed a hint of doubt in her eyes, but then, to my surprise, she leaned forward.

"I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed suddenly.

My eyes widened in astonishment.

"I didn't mean to ruin anything, I swear... Uh... I'm really sorry!" she apologized again. Receiving no response, she raised her face and looked at me. "You might not want to hear this from me, but really, I didn't mean to ruin everything. I'm not that kind of person," she added.

She was right; I did not want to hear it. I did not even want to see her, but it seemed life, or fate, liked to play with me.

I took a deep breath to avoid saying anything dumb.

"It's okay, I can see you're not," I blurted out, unsure of what else to say.

She looked at me for a second, then lowered her gaze.

"It's just that we... We're going to live in my country, in Korea. And I don't want to live with this in my heart, knowing that I didn't apologize to you," she said, placing her fist on her chest.

I suddenly froze.

Matt is moving to South Korea with her. To start a family.

My breathing became rapid, and I clutched my hand inside my jacket. If he was making that decision,  he most likely thought about it carefully, concluding that it was the best thing to do.

But that was okay, it's okay. He can do it, because he's thinking about his family. 

Thinking about it, a pang of pain shot through my heart.

Yes, his family, the one we would no longer have.

It was another direct blow from reality.

I took several deep breaths until my breathing returned to normal. The woman just stared at me, waiting for my response.

"... You didn't do anything, you don't need to apologize." I paused. "T-Take care of him, please."

Take care of him for me. 

I realized I really meant it, and an overwhelming urge to cry washed over me.

My eyes filled with tears, but I forced myself to hold them back.

I swallowed hard.

The woman looked at me for a second and started to cry, nodding continuously.

I took a step back, not quite knowing what to do. People passing by started looking in our direction, so I placed a hand on her head and began to stroke it, trying to soothe her. I felt like I should be the one being comforted, but I figured the pregnancy made her even more sensitive than usual, and she was the one who needed the most support right now.

Remembering her pregnancy, I glanced down at her stomach.

It was enormous.

I did the math mentally from that time, and she was probably about to give birth in a coulple of months. 

But from what I knew, omega babies were more likely to be born early, shortening it to about six months, which is why they need to be constantly monitored.

Without thinking, I reached down to her belly, knowing that this child was the son of my beloved Matt.

I reacted when the omega remained completely still.

"Oh, sorry," I apologized, pulling my hand away.

She was silent for a few seconds.

"You can," she replied, sipping, a little calmer.

I very slowly moved my hand closer until I touched her stomach.

It was round.

I remembered reading once that the shape of the stomach reveals a lot about gender.

And since it was round, it was likely a girl.

I sighed and smiled sadly.

"Congratulations," I said. "It's going to be a girl, right? Take good care of her."

She looked at me, somewhat surprised, then glanced down at her belly as she nodded. She stroked it lovingly and smiled. 

I lowered my hand, and without another word, I turned around, ready to leave. I waved goodbye and started walking.

I pulled up my hood as tears welled in my eyes.

I kept walking as best I could until I stopped. I could not go any further because everything was so blurry. I sipped heavily and blinked several times until the tears stopped threatening to spill.

When I looked up, I noticed I was already close to the square where I was supposed to meet John. I lowered my head again and walked slowly toward the place.

As soon as I arrived, I sat down on the first bench I found and stayed there, my gaze somewhat lost in thought.

All this time I had been trying not to think too much about Matt and the whole omega thing, and after talking to her, it was as if I had briefly returned to that time, but now that I was here alone, it all felt so distant.

A reminder that I needed to see John came to me, so I reached into my pocket for my phone and checked the time. There was still a little over thirty minutes until the appointed time. I sighed and tried to downplay what had just happened.

A shadow of someone running in my direction caught my attention, but I did not turn around. I lowered my head to text him to hurry up, but before I could send it, I saw feet in front of me. 

I looked up, thinking it was John, but instead, it was Matt.