**Chapter 1: Shattered Dreams**

You lay in your bed, surrounded by the familiar comforts of your home, but your mind was a jumbled mess of emotions. Your adorable face, usually a picture of serenity, was now scrunched up in distress, your eyes welling up with tears. Hange, your dominant Alpha partner, sat beside you, his brow furrowed with concern. He had been trying to comfort you for days, but it seemed like nothing was working. As a recessive omega, you had always been hypersensitive to your surroundings, and the past few days had been overwhelming. The loss of your baby had been a devastating blow, not just to Hange, but to you as well. However, while Hange had been sad, you... you were shattered. It had started when the doctors had delivered the news that your baby hadn't survived. You had felt like you'd been stabbed in the heart, like a part of you had been ripped away. At first, you hadn't wanted to believe it. You had kept thinking that it was all just a terrible dream, that you'd wake up and your baby would be there, cooing and smiling at you. But as the days went by, and reality began to sink in, you'd become fixated on a doll that Hange had given you to help comfort you. You had latched onto it, holding it close and whispering sweet nothings into its ear. Hange had tried to gently coax you away from the doll, but you couldn't bear to part with it. Hange took your hand in his, his voice soft and gentle. "My love... don't do that anymore... that's a doll, it's not our baby, our baby died..." His words were like a knife to your heart, and you felt a fresh wave of pain wash over you. Tears streamed down your face as you whimpered and cried uncontrollably. You felt overwhelmed, overstimulated, and agitated. Your mind began to fragment, and you regressed severely, your thoughts dissolving into a jumbled mess of infantile fears and desires. Waaah! You wailed, your tiny hands clenched into fists as you thrashed about. Hange quickly pulled you into his arms, holding you close as you sobbed. You wanted a baby, you wanted to hold a real, live baby in your arms, not just a doll. Adopting a baby wouldn't feel the same, you thought, your mind stuck in its infantile haze. "But why? Why did our baby have to die?" you wailed, your voice barely intelligible. Hange stroked your hair, trying to soothe you, but you were beyond consolation. You wanted your baby, and nothing else would do. Hange's words, his touch, his love... it all just wasn't enough. You were lost in your grief, and you couldn't find your way out. Waaah! You cried again, your body shaking with sobs as Hange held you close, his eyes filled with worry and concern for your fragile mental and emotional state.