Fallen General's Omega (BL)
Chapter 124: Tears

Chapter 124: Tears

When Noelle’s eyes flutter open, the familiar ceiling of his room greets him, the dim light filtering through the luxurious curtains casting a warm glow on the space. His head feels heavy, and the weight of exhaustion still lingers in his limbs. He glances to his side, and there, standing watchful as ever, is Doris, her posture stiff but her eyes filled with concern.

Noelle blinks a few times, trying to shake off the remnants of his fainting spell. Slowly, he pushes himself up, and Doris moves quickly to assist him, her hands gentle but firm as she helps him sit up properly.

"How long have I been out?" Noelle asks, his voice a bit hoarse.

"Just an hour, my lord," Doris responds, her usual calm demeanor returning.

Noelle nods, letting out a small hum in response, his mind still catching up to his body. He feels a strange restlessness, a nagging sensation that something is about to change.

Doris hesitates for a brief moment before she speaks again, her tone softer than usual. "There’s news from the physician."

Noelle’s curiosity piques at her words, and he looks at her, his brows furrowing slightly. "What news?"

The pause stretches just a little too long, and when Doris finally speaks, her voice is gentler than he’s ever heard it. "You’re pregnant, my lord."

The words hang in the air, weighty and impossible. Noelle’s world seems to still, the sound of his heartbeat suddenly deafening in his ears. He stares at Doris, stunned into silence, his mind struggling to process the news.

Pregnant?

The word feels foreign, like it belongs to someone else, not him. For a moment, he can’t quite believe it. He hadn’t even considered the possibility, not with everything else that had been happening—the stress, the exhaustion, the Crown Prince’s unwanted advances, and most of all, Thorne’s absence. How could this be real?

But as the seconds pass, disbelief slowly gives way to a deeper understanding, the truth settling into his bones. He’s carrying Thorne’s child. Their child.

Noelle inhales sharply, his hand instinctively moving to his abdomen, where the faintest hint of new life resides. The realization hits him like a tidal wave, and his emotions swirl in a chaotic storm—shock, wonder, fear, joy—all colliding at once, each more overwhelming than the last.

"I... I’d like some time to myself," Noelle finally says, his voice barely above a whisper. He needs space to think, to feel, to absorb what this news means. Doris, sensing the gravity of the moment, bows her head respectfully and leaves the room without another word, closing the door quietly behind her.

Once alone, the flood of emotions crashes over Noelle all at once, no longer held back by the need to maintain composure. His hand remains pressed to his abdomen, and for the first time, the weight of this new life—this new reality—sinks in.

Tears prick at his eyes as he leans back against the pillows, joy swelling in his chest in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time. The idea of a child—his and Thorne’s child—fills him with an unexpected warmth. A family. Their family. It’s something he has always dreamed of, and now, here it is, growing inside him.

A sob escapes his throat, the tears spilling freely down his cheeks as the joy overwhelms him. He’s carrying Thorne’s child. The man he loves, the man who has changed his life in ways he never thought possible. It feels surreal, almost too good to be true.

But then, just as quickly as the joy takes hold, a pang of sadness cuts through it like a knife. Thorne isn’t here to share this moment with him. He’s away at the border, completely unaware of the life they’ve created together. Noelle’s heart aches at the thought of having to send this news in a letter, of not seeing Thorne’s face light up when he hears it. He should be here, they should be celebrating this together. The loneliness of the moment weighs heavily on Noelle’s chest, and for a moment, the joy dims.

Tears of a different kind begin to fall, not of happiness but of longing. Noelle wraps his arms around himself, his body trembling with the ache of missing Thorne. How will he tell him? How will Thorne react? He imagines writing the letter, carefully penning the words, trying to convey the enormity of the news without being there to witness Thorne’s response firsthand. It feels wrong, unfair, that they are apart during such a pivotal moment.

But then, as the sadness ebbs, a new wave of emotion swells within him—hope. Thorne will come home, and when he does, they will have a future to look forward to, a future that now includes the child growing inside him. The thought brings a soft, almost shy smile to Noelle’s lips. Despite the sadness, despite the longing, there is a flicker of something brighter.

Hope.

They will be a family. Thorne will know, and together, they will prepare for this new Chapter of their lives. Noelle wipes the tears from his cheeks, a small, shaky laugh escaping him. It’s overwhelming, this mixture of joy and sadness, but in the end, joy wins out.

Noelle’s heart swells with love, not just for the child, but for Thorne, for the life they will build together. A tear slips down his cheek, but this time, it’s accompanied by a smile. He isn’t alone. Not really. Thorne’s love is with him, and soon, their child will be, too.

Noelle leans back, resting a hand over his stomach again, and closes his eyes, feeling the faint hum of new life beneath his palm. Despite everything, despite the distance between them, he feels a peace settle over him. Thorne will come home. They will be together.

Noelle, caught in a whirlwind of emotions, nearly stumbles as he rushes toward the nearby table. His heart pounds in his chest, each beat resonating with the weight of the news that has overwhelmed him. His fingers tremble as he grabs a quill, ink dripping onto the parchment before he even begins. His thoughts are a tangled mess—disbelief, joy, fear, longing—all swirling in a chaotic storm.

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his hand. His mind races with how to convey something so monumental through mere words. How could he express this—this life-changing moment—when Thorne wasn’t here to see the raw emotion in his eyes, to feel the pulse of their future between them?

The quill hovers over the parchment as he hesitates, his throat tightening. How does one begin a letter like this? He feels a lump forming, but then he sets the quill down for a moment and places his hand over his stomach again. A soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips despite the tears still clinging to his lashes.

This is their child.

With that thought anchoring him, Noelle picks the quill back up and begins to write.