He pressed his nose close to his shoulder and sniffed, his heart thumping. Laid over his daffodil scent was the faintest trace of honey. That was the scent of pregnant omegas.
I haven't seen a day-after pregnancy since the glory days of fanfiction.net. well done, stunningly out of touch with science. I'm actually starting to think the author was homeschooled by evangelicals.
