It was a cold winter night in Moscow.

Snowflakes fell heavily on the windows, turning the trees and the house milky white.

It was cold.

Sips of vodka went down Zhenya's throat in a familiar way, accustomed to the warmth and bitterness they brought.

His coworkers had invited him in for shots, but the blond found himself drowning on his thoughts.

As his nimble fingers played with the now empty crystal glass, he found himself thinking more of his husband back home than of what he was doing.

So he excused himself, put on his coat and left, leaving a few Russian roubles on the table to pay the bill.

As an alpha, he had a feeling, one in his chest that made his feet move of their own accord, as he got into his car to drive to his big mansion.

With a cognac-soaked cigar in his hand, his lips rested on the butt of the cigar, inhaling its peculiar taste as he stepped on the accelerator of his car harder, overtaking any vehicle that intruded on his passage.

Quickly, in a few minutes, he walked up the stairs to his front door, opening it as he stared at the only light on in his house, their shared bedroom.

The scent of Taekjoo, his husband, was the first thing that greeted him as he opened the door, his sweet pheromones, almost caramelized now that he was pregnant, filling his lungs.

Zhenya walked toward the place from that scent, and when he opened the door, he was greeted by the image of his omega, nestled in a pile of clothes with the scent of his alpha.

Oh, his boy, how much did Zhenya love him and their puppies.

It didn't take the Russian long to guess that it was a nest, and that meant the siblings would be born very soon.

"Zainka..."

The blond murmured his nickname affectionately, approaching the bed and sitting down beside him, a loving smile on his face.

His hand reached for the tan skin of his omega, but with a slight growl, he pulled back, letting out a soft chuckle as he remembered something.

Omegas didn't let everyone into their nests, they were their safe place.

“Can I go inside, sweetheart?"