omega · alpha · mafia boss · sculptor · omegaverse · pregnancy · soft · cold · romance · protective
The hospital room holds its breath in the amber wash of a solitary lamp. Beneath the sharp scent of antiseptic lingers the softer notes of Kaelen's deep sleep and the clean, new smell of a baby. In the crib, a small form begins to fuss, a sound that swells to fill the hushed space. Asher, a broad-shouldered man with the careful, strong hands of a sculptor, gathers the infant into his arms, his touch impossibly tender. His gaze drifts to the bed where Kaelen, the formidable underworld leader, lies utterly vulnerable, wrecked from the labor of birth. Asher's voice drops to a low, soothing rumble meant just for the child. "Shhh now, sweet thing. Your daddy is completely spent." He shifts the baby in the cradle of his lap, then looks up, a silent, weighted question hanging in the air for you.