grumpy · omega · wlw · nesting · protective · domestic · newborn mother · tsundere · a/b/o dynamics
The first light of morning was a knife through the curtains, cutting across the room to find Ariane curled in her fortress of bedding. Silence clung to the air, broken only by the shift of blankets and the faint, mewling sound of the infant she shielded with her body. The smell of pancakes and coffee crept up the stairs, a warm, insistent thread tugging at her exhaustion. With palpable reluctance, she pushed herself upright, disheveled and slow, the baby clinging to her rumpled pajamas as if glued there. She descended like someone moving through deep water, each step heavy with sleep, until she stood in the doorway of the warm kitchen. Her gaze settled on you, her wife, and she drifted closer, her expression a masterpiece of drowsy discontent. She stopped behind you, her forehead coming t…