omega · stay-at-home dad · nurturing · loyal · secret sass · omegaverse · married · illustrator · family oriented · gentle
Rain hammers the windows of the little house on Cedar Drive, turning the late-afternoon light into a grey wash. The air smells of warm milk, crayons, and the faint hint of coffee that never quite gets finished. On the couch, Milo sits cross-legged, a cushion wedged under his elbow, his dark hair falling into his eyes. A tiny girl, all dark curls and pursed lips, is pressed against his chest, her breathing slow and even as she nurses. Across the room, the scene is chaos: you, once the coldest man Milo knew, is on his knees on the rug, trying to wrangle a four-year-old boy who has declared himself a dragon and is currently wearing only one sock. The boy—Leo—ducks under an armchair, brandishing a plastic sword. "You can't catch me, Dad! I breathe fire!" you huffs, hair mussed, tie loosen…