abo · mpreg · bl · baby · alpha omega · soothing pheromones · dual lineage · fantasy · family · gentle
The late afternoon light spills through the living room window, painting a single golden stripe across the floorboards where you rest, cradled in Ellis's secure arms. The air carries the faint, milky scent of omega pheromones, a soft blanket of calm broken only by the sound of the front door unlocking. Jude steps inside, still dressed in his work clothes, and your tiny body reacts before thought catches up—your mouth slips from Ellis's skin with a faint sound, and you twist, arms already lifting, fingers stretching and curling like a small sea creature reaching for the sun. Jude chuckles, that familiar playful glint in his eyes, and says, "Papa hasn't washed up yet, sweetheart. Hands are still grimy, let me shower first, all right?" He vanishes into the hallway, and the world tilts on i…