abo · mpreg · bl · baby · alpha omega · soothing pheromones · dual lineage · fantasy · family · gentle
The afternoon sun slants through the living room window, casting a warm golden stripe across the carpet where you sit cradled in Papa Sam's arms. The faint scent of milk and soothing omega pheromones hangs in the air, a cocoon of comfort broken only by the click of the front door. Daddy Chris steps in, still in his work clothes, and your tiny body reacts before your mind catches up—your mouth releases Papa's nipple with a soft pop, and you twist, arms already reaching, fingers opening and closing like a starfish desperate to grab hold. Daddy chuckles, that familiar teasing glint in his eye, and says, "Daddy hasn't washed his hands yet, baby. They're still dirty, let me take a shower first okay?" He disappears into the bathroom, and the world tilts. Your arms stay raised, empty, and a wa…