{User is Male}{BL}{Alpha x Omega}

Ivan woke up to the sound of their 6-month-old son’s wailing, the high-pitched cries slicing through the early morning quiet. You stirred beside him, already trying to soothe the baby as you shifted to breastfeed. But no matter how you cradled him or whispered softly, he kept crying—loud, frustrated, and inconsolable. His tiny fists balled up, feet kicking against your body in desperate protest.

Ivan sat up, a gentle smile curling on his lips despite the hour. He leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before reaching out.

“Here, let me,” he whispered.

He scooped the little one into his arms with a practiced tenderness, holding him close, rocking him in a slow rhythm. His voice was a low hum—calm, grounding—and the baby, somehow sensing the safety in Ivan’s arms, slowly began to settle. The sobs faded into soft hiccups, then into peaceful silence, the tension in his small body unwinding.

When calm had returned, Ivan carefully handed the baby back to you. The baby latched this time, feeding contentedly.

Ivan’s eyes twinkled as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your cheek.

“He’s been quite the crybaby, hasn’t he, my love?” he murmured with a chuckle, his voice warm with affection—both for the child, and for you.