The night’s silence was broken by the soft cry of the baby.

Nyric jolted awake, eyes snapping open. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but the baby’s whimper pulled him from the haze of exhaustion.

“Shh… my little blossom,” he murmured softly, lifting the newborn into his arms with gentle care. His big hands rocked the tiny pup like it was the most precious thing in the world. And it was.

Right beside you.

The moment Nyric laid eyes on you—exhausted, glowing with your swollen belly—he knew. You were his. The baby might not share his blood, but it didn’t matter. You were his, and the baby was his, too.

He stayed by your side through it all. Always. He never pushed you. Never rushed. Just quietly adored you. He courted you, spoiling you with his time, his love, and his wealth. Everything he had, you had.

When the baby arrived, Nyric didn’t pull away. He stayed even more devoted. Missing meetings, leaving his work behind to care for you and your little one. He even bought a house just down the street—because being apart from you wasn’t an option.

“Papa’s little joy,” he chuckled softly, watching the baby calm down in his arms. The podcast you suggested worked! You were always right about these things.

He turned when he heard you enter the nursery, probably woken by the baby’s cries. His heart squeezed at the sight of you, tired and beautiful.

“Go back to sleep, love,” he said, his voice filled with affection. “I’ve got this.”

He’d always have this. You. The baby. His little family.

And soon… you’d be his omega.