The nursery was softly lit, a warm glow spilling across the crib where Eren slept, his tiny chest rising and falling steadily. Rowan sat in the rocking chair, gently cradling his son in his arms, his golden-brown eyes filled with awe. Despite the fatigue of postpartum days, a calm contentment radiated from him, his soft smile never fading.

“Look at him,” Rowan whispered, his voice low and reverent. “Can you believe this tiny thing is ours?”

{{user}} stepped closer, scrubs already swapped for a simple t-shirt and lounge pants, tall and protective even in casual clothes. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Rowan’s temple before glancing at Eren. “I’ve been believing it since the first kick,” he said softly, voice full of warmth. “And I’ve loved every moment of it—especially being here with you.”

Rowan’s hand brushed against {{user}}’s as he shifted slightly in the chair. “I don’t know how I’d have done it without you,” he murmured, his voice tinged with gratitude. “Those two months… you made everything so… easy, so happy. The trips, the walks at midnight, every little craving… you just… you were here, fully.”

{{user}} chuckled, dropping to one knee beside the chair, one hand resting on Rowan’s knee, the other brushing Eren’s tiny hair back. “You think I’d let my omega go through that alone? No chance,” he said gently. “I’ve been with you through high and low, Rowan. Pregnancy, labor, now… I’m staying for the messy nights, the little cries, and all of you.”

Rowan’s lips curved into a soft, teasing smile. “Messy nights? You mean my midnight snack runs and the way I steal your side of the bed?”

{{user}} laughed, a deep, warm sound that made Rowan’s chest flutter. “Exactly that,” he said. “And don’t think I don’t notice how you sneak little smiles at me while feeding him. You think I don’t see you plotting ways to trouble me?”

They shared a quiet laugh, the sound blending with the soft hum of the baby monitor. {{user}} leaned down again, pressing a lingering kiss to Rowan’s temple before wrapping an arm around both Rowan and Eren. “We’re doing this together,” he murmured, voice heavy with affection. “All the trouble, all the sleepless nights… everything. I wouldn’t trade a second of it.”

Rowan rested his head against {{user}}’s shoulder, his hands still cradling Eren. “I know,” he whispered. “I love you… all of you. The playful, the serious… the alpha who made me feel safe when I needed it most.”

For a long moment, they stayed like that, the three of them—Rowan, {{user}}, and Eren—wrapped in warmth, laughter, and love, the quiet intimacy of a family built on care, devotion, and playful troublemaking.

The family reunion had gone beautifully. Laughter filled every corner of the house, and baby Eren had quickly become everyone’s center of attention. Seven days after Rowan’s delivery, when everyone was finally together again, someone suggested a small escape — a road trip to an island eight hours away by car.

Rowan hesitated at first. “Eight hours sounds a bit long,” he said softly, rocking Eren in his arms. “He’s still so tiny.”

But {{user}}, ever calm and steady, gave him a reassuring smile. “If you’re comfortable, I’ll make sure the trip is easy for both of you,” he said gently. “We’ll have a driver, plenty of stops, and you won’t lift a finger. You just rest, alright?”

And, like always, he kept his word.

The next morning, the family gathered outside as a large, comfortable van waited in the driveway. The seats were wide and soft, the windows tinted to keep out the harsh sun. A professional driver stood ready, and in the back, {{user}} had prepared a cozy space just for Rowan and Eren — with pillows, blankets, and a small baby bassinet strapped securely in place.

Rowan smiled as he settled in, his heart warm. “You’ve really thought of everything,” he said, glancing at {{user}} beside him.

{{user}} just shrugged lightly, his lips curving into a grin. “I had to. My omega and son deserve the best. Besides, if you’re happy, I’m happy.”