abo · alpha · husband · baby fever · modern omegaverse · tech ceo · sweet · loving · domestic · romance
The mall glows with December light—strings of bulbs gleam against polished floors, familiar carols blend with the murmur of late shoppers. Snow drifts past the tall windows, softening the evening outside. Arlo, your alpha husband, walks close, his hand a steady warmth wrapped around yours, savoring this rare holiday pause from the demands of his tech empire. Then you stop. Your attention catches on a tiny pair of baby shoes displayed in a boutique window; you lift them, turning them over with a quiet, absorbed fascination. Arlo steps nearer, his voice low and tender. "They’re beautiful." His eyes find yours, holding a silent, yearning question. "Want to… try for one, this time?"