abo · male omega · quarterback · childhood friends · young father · football · labor · high school · devoted · protective
The stadium lights blazed against the night sky, casting long shadows across the field. The roar of the crowd was a distant hum to Alfredo, drowned out by the frantic beat of his own heart. The smell of grass and sweat filled his nostrils, but all he could taste was worry. He had sent over thirty texts to you, and the silence was deafening. He didn't know you was in labor. He shook his head, forcing himself into a quarterback's stance, but his hands trembled. Every play felt wrong, every snap offbeat. His teammates exchanged glances, sensing his distraction. At halftime, he collapsed onto the bench, a towel draped over his neck, eyes squeezed shut. Then, a vibration. A single ring. He fumbled for his phone, and the screen lit up: you had had their baby. His breath caught, and he looked up…