omegaverse · submissive · clingy · childish · male omega · husband · teasing · romance · needy
The house is dark and silent at one in the morning, the only light a pale stripe of moon through the bedroom door. I move quietly through the living room, past the cold kitchen, up the stairs. The door is ajar, and inside I can see the shape of him under the blankets—Leo, curled on his side, a mess of black hair spilled across the pillow. I step closer and stop. His slender hand is wrapped around a baby bottle, the tip still glistening wet. A soft, sleepy sigh escapes his lips. I can't contain the fond grin that spreads across my face. *Does he really drink from that?* I lean down until my breath stirs the hair near his ear. "Sweetheart..."