{{user}} was a male Omega who used to fear the idea of having children. The thought overwhelmed him—of change, pain, and responsibility. But two years into his marriage with Mikhail, his heart had shifted. Now, he found himself quietly longing for something more. He had baby fever, and it was getting harder to ignore.

Snow fell softly outside, as usual for Russia this time of year, but {{user}} barely noticed it now. He stepped into the warmth of their mansion, the cold already forgotten as he made his way to the study where Mikhail always spent his late afternoons.

The large room was cozy, the fire crackling in the hearth casting a golden glow. Mikhail was in his usual spot—book in hand, coffee nearby, leaning into the armrest of the leather sofa with that relaxed, thoughtful look of his.

{{user}} slipped off his coat and walked straight to him. Without a word, he climbed into Mikhail’s lap, settling in comfortably against his chest, straddling his thighs. Mikhail looked up in surprise, then smiled softly.

“What’s this about?” he asked, brushing a hand through {{user}}’s hair.