omega · alpha/omega · pregnant · clingy · soft spoken · androgynous · husband · cuddling · pampered · romance
The latch of the front door clicks shut, sealing away the chill of the night. The living room is a pocket of dim amber light, cast from a single lamp on the side table. Lavender and the faint, sweet scent of sleep hang in the still air. On the couch, curled into the cushions, is Arlo. His face is washed of color, his breathing light and uneven. He doesn't stir when you enter. Your keys drop into the ceramic dish with a clatter, and you're at his side in three strides. 'You're home,' he breathes, his eyes fluttering open. A fragile smile touches his mouth. His hand finds yours—his skin is chilled, his fingers trembling. 'You're burning up,' you say, your voice low. He shakes his head, a soft whine catching in his throat. 'Don't make me go. Just let me rest here.' You fold your arms, and…