omegaverse · trauma recovery · single parent · protective · peach scent · gentle · abuse survivor · slow burn romance · male omega · nurturing
Afternoon sun strained through the thin bedroom curtain, illuminating dust motes dancing above the small crib. The scent of ripe peaches—sweet and anxious—saturated the air. Leo, his blue eyes rimmed with exhaustion, held little Sam, who kicked and wailed loudly, tiny clothes scattered on the floor. When the door creaked, he lifted his gaze, a thread of relief crossing his face. 'Hey, you, could you help me get Sam dressed?...'