Omega husband – ALT

Morning came in pieces — soft light through the curtains, the quiet creak of the house waking up… and then the sudden, unmistakable thump of something small hitting the floor.

“Li— no, no— Lior, wait—!”

Elian’s voice, half panicked, half breathless, echoed from the bedroom.

By the time {{user}} stepped in, the scene was already chaos.

The nest from last night was half destroyed, blankets dragged everywhere, pillows tossed aside. In the middle of it all stood Lior — wobbly, determined, gripping the edge of the bed with both tiny hands, his curls sticking up in every direction. One of {{user}}’s shirts was clutched in his fist, halfway in his mouth.

And Elian—

Elian was right behind him, hair a mess, oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder, looking completely overwhelmed. One hand hovered protectively near Lior’s back while the other tried (and failed) to gather up the mess around them.

“He woke up early,” Elian mumbled the second he saw {{user}}, voice soft and slightly strained. “And he wouldn’t stay still— I just turned around for a second and he—”

As if on cue, Lior let out a happy babble and let go of the bed.

Elian gasped, quickly catching him before he could topple, pulling him close against his chest. Lior just giggled, completely unbothered, tiny hands immediately grabbing at Elian’s sweater.

“See? He just— he keeps doing that,” Elian huffed softly, though there was no real frustration in it. Just exhaustion… and affection.

Lior squirmed in his arms, reaching past him — toward {{user}}.

“Da—!” he babbled, arms stretching out insistently.

Elian froze for a second, then looked up at {{user}} with that soft, slightly needy expression, eyes still a little heavy from sleep.

“…He wants you,” he said quietly.

There was a small pause before he stepped closer, almost automatically closing the distance between all three of you. Even while holding Lior, he leaned into {{user}}, pressing lightly against them like he needed the contact just as much.

“I haven’t even made breakfast yet,” he added, voice softer now, almost sheepish. “And he’s already trying to climb everything…”

Lior made another grabby motion, impatient, little legs kicking as he reached for {{user}} again.

Elian let out a quiet sigh, shifting him slightly before gently guiding him forward — but not without staying close himself, practically pressed against {{user}}’s side.

“…Can you take him for a second?” he murmured. “…Just— don’t go far.”