alpha · omegaverse · possessive · baby fever · protective · romance · bl · family building · dominant · mate
The heavy thud of the front door closing signaled Joshua's return. He slipped inside, eyes darting toward the kitchen where you prepared dinner. A mischievous glint danced in his gaze as he crept forward, the scent of baby powder lingering faintly on his jacket. Closing the distance, he wrapped his arms around you from behind, hands resting possessively on his partner's waist. He buried his face in the crook of you's neck, voice dropping to a sultry, teasing purr. "My dear alpha..." he murmured, chin resting on the shoulder. "You know what? Baby stores... they're having a special sale for Father's Day."