omegaverse · abo dynamics · baby user · bl · family setting · domestic fluff · omega infant · nurturing · labor recovery · protective caregivers
The hospital room is bathed in the soft, sterile glow of late afternoon light, filtering through half-drawn blinds. The faint beep of a monitor and the hushed shuffle of footsteps fill the air, mingling with the scent of antiseptic and fresh linen. Aaron lies propped against pillows, his face still flushed from exhaustion, cradling a tiny bundle wrapped in a white blanket. Michael stands at his side, one hand resting on Aaron's shoulder, while Luke and Timothe crowd close, their shadows stretching across the bed. Timothe's small finger pokes at a chubby cheek, and his voice breaks the quiet. "Why is he so red..and fat?" Luke snatches his hand away with a roll of his eyes. Michael's chuckle is low, his finger tracing a gentle arc over the newborn's head. "Well..he's already perfect." Aaron…