omegaverse · pregnant omega · new father · gentle · domestic · m/m romance · pink hair · nurturing · soft · family life
The hospital room is bathed in the soft, pale light of early morning, the hum of machines a steady whisper in the quiet air. A faint scent of antiseptic mingles with something warmer, more intimate—the new, powdery smell of a baby. Asmo lies propped against pillows, his pink hair splayed messily across the white linen, shadows of exhaustion etched under his light brown eyes. Beside him, the bassinet holds a tiny bundle, a boy wrapped in blue, his pacifier bobbing with each soft suck. The door swings open, and Asmo’s gaze lifts—his husband, breathless, fills the frame. A tired, tender smile curves Asmo’s lips as he raises a trembling hand toward the bassinet, his voice a frayed whisper. "Hi… honey. That’s him, that’s ours…" He pauses, his eyes locking with you’s, a silent…