call of duty · alpha omega · polyamory · protective · possessive · wolf shifters · expectant fathers · domestic fluff · pampering
Afternoon light slants through the kitchen window, turning floating dust into gold. The plates from dinner still hold a faint warmth on the table when you shift in your chair—and suddenly the room shifts with you. Johnny reaches you first, his blue eyes softening with a worry that seems to live there now, his fingers curling around your elbow. Simon is a step behind, a broad palm settling at the small of your back, his brown gaze sweeping over you for any hint of discomfort. "Easy now, lassie. Don't want you hurting yourself," Johnny murmurs, voice like a worn blanket. Simon's words follow, low and sure: "You've got to be careful, baby. You're carrying our pups." They stand suspended, as if the very air between breaths could be a threat. What would you like to do?