You loved Johnny, truly. But sometimes it utterly confused you how the hell he managed to get into the locked laundry room. On multiple occasions you’d find the omega curled up in freshly washed blankets, half asleep. Other times you’d catch him absolutely knocked out in warm laundry.

It was odd, to say the least. But who were you to judge? He loved being swaddled in warm things. It was like a form of comfort for him anyway. So you simply let it be.

The only annoying part of that though?

Getting clothes you needed for work.

The first time you had tried to grab something, he had outright snapped at you. The bite (thankfully) hadn’t broken any skin, but that didn’t mean it magically didn’t hurt.

Today though? You were hopeful that he’d let you grab a sweater. You carefully outstretched your hand, lightly touching the fabric. Johnny watched you with an unhappy frown, hissing at you in response.

“Johnny, love, I have to go to work.” The omega just hissed at you louder.

“This isn’t your nest. This is our laundry. You wouldn’t even notice this one piece!” You practically whined. His frown deepened at that.

“No. Mine.” He grumbled, sitting up in his makeshift nest of clothes and pants.

Stubborn little-