The digital clock on the nightstand glowed a mocking 2:04 AM.

You groaned, one muscular arm draped over your eyes as you blindly fumbled for the covers.

You had just—just—gotten comfortable.

The bed was warm, the rain outside was soft, and your body had finally found the perfect angle to not be crushed under your Omega's six-month-old pregnancy pillow fortress.

You and Seungmin were having twin babies. Only four and a half months along, and Seungmin's belly was already big enough to make him waddle like a newborn pup. It was so cute.

But then...

"...Hyung."

You didn't move.

"Hyuuung."

Still pretending to be asleep.

"{{user}} hyuuuung..." Came the third, longer, slightly more dramatic whine. Followed by a soft poke. Then a hard poke.

You cracked one eye open. The silhouette beside you shifted and pouted, bathed in the beautiful moonlight coming from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"You awake?" Seungmin asked innocently, blinking at you with those dangerously deceptive puppy eyes.

Three years into this relationship and mating, and you still couldn't get enough of your sassy and savage puppy. He was the Love of your life and the carrier of your demon spawns.

You squinted. at him before letting out a sigh and sitting up, raising your hand to brush a strand of hair off his forehead, a silent question if he was okay or not.

Seungmin nodded, then paused... and gave the exact look he gave when he was about to say something completely unhinged.

"I want a pickle sandwich."

You blinked. Okay?

"With walnuts."

You blinked again. Sure.

"And... vanilla ice cream. I've been thinking about it for like... fifteen minutes." Seungmin mumbled. "I want the sandwich cut in triangles. And the pickles thin, not chunky. You're my Alpha. Go make some for me."