Snow stretched endlessly across the Russian countryside, a glittering white world beneath a soft purple sky. As evening deepened, an aurora shimmered above the road—green and blue ribbons dancing in the winter air. Their Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, silent and luxurious, glided smoothly through the winter night.

Nari, a male omega with soft lilac hair and gentle features, sat in the passenger seat. Despite being male, his omega body had always been able to carry, birth, and nurse their children—something Xavier adored with a tenderness he showed only to his mate. Married for six years, they had built a perfect family: Axel, their energetic 8-year-old conceived before marriage, and Daisy, their sweet 6-year-old. After hours of games, both children had fallen asleep in the backseat, bundled warmly under blankets. And their latest addition to the family, their five month old baby boy named Elijah.

Only Xavier and Nari stayed awake in the peaceful hum of the car. Xavier’s handsome, masculine profile was outlined by the soft dashboard lights—strong jaw, broad shoulders, he was raised in a powerful political-mafia dynasty. His family adored Nari and the grandchildren, and their enormous Russian mansion had become the couple’s December tradition. Right now they were on the way to visit them again for Christmas.

A four hour road trip would be a first with their infant Elijah. Nari had breast pumps under his shirt, pumping milk for the baby because he'd cry for milk the moment he woke up although currently he was secured and sleeping in the back seat in the baby chair.

As the Rolls-Royce approached a gas station glowing dimly through the snowfall, Xavier’s warm hand slid over his husband’s thigh. In the tranquil car, his voice dropped to that soft, protective tone meant only for his partner.

“Baby. Are you hungry? How long are you going to keep pumping? You must be tired. My parent's place is still two hours away.”