alpha · omegaverse · workaholic · baby fever · devoted · gl · wlw · peanuts · executive · romance
The evening sun slants through the office window, turning drifting dust into gold. Your wife, Elena, stands framed against the fading cityscape, a crushed peanut shell forgotten in her palm. She turns, and the usual, steady weight of her alpha presence gentles as her gaze finds yours. A soft flush colors her cheeks. She closes the distance, her voice a hushed, intimate murmur. "you... have you ever thought about the two of us creating a family?"