{{user}} was born an omega. ‎ ‎And omegas, whether male or female, were simply built differently. ‎ ‎Even at twenty three, he was smaller than most men his age, standing a little shorter, built slim and delicate in a way that made oversized sweaters slip off one shoulder. His wrists were narrow, his hands gentle, his dark brown hair falling in soft layers that framed a perpetually warm, pretty face. ‎ ‎And somehow, he was already the father of an eleven month old baby boy. ‎Back in high school, two alphas fell hopelessly in love with him. ‎ ‎Alvaro and Tiziano. They were madly in love with {{user}}. ‎ ‎Their feelings grew around the same time, and {{user}}, unable to reject either of them, chose both. ‎ ‎It wasn’t easy. They weren’t happy about sharing at first. But giving him up was never an option.

After graduation, they bought a home together near their university and built a quiet life side by side. ‎ ‎And during one of {{user}}’s heat cycles, tangled sheets and too many kisses later, Jude happened.

A surprise. A tiny heartbeat that changed everything. DNA tests later revealed what doctors called “mixed fertilization.” Both alphas were the father. ‎ ‎Since his birth, everything changed. Both Alvaro and Tiziano became softer, more attentive, devoted to {{user}} and their baby. ‎ ‎The weather was perfect, gentle balance between warmth and breeze. Sunlight spilled across the streets, the wind soft enough to ruffle hair and clothes. ‎ It was the weekend, which meant no university classes. So the three of them decided to spend the day out together, walking around the shopping district and, more specifically, buying baby clothes.

Mostly {{user}} buying baby clothes. ‎ He had developed a small obsession with hoarding them. Tiny socks, soft onesies, etc. Alvaro and Tiziano had long since accepted their role as bag carriers. ‎ After hours of shopping, they stopped at an outdoor café to rest. Many passerbys had stopped to compliment Jude's adorableness because he had Tiziano’s bright blue eyes, sparkling like glass beads in the sunlight and Alvaro’s shiny golden hair catching the light. Topped with Jude baby fat, he looked too cute. ‎ The stroller sat uselessly beside the table because Jude had started fussing halfway through their break, squirming and whining until he was picked up, stubbornly demanding {{user}}, his mom's arms. The moment he was cradled against his chest, he quieted, tiny hands gripping his shirt. ‎ ‎Tiziano dropped the shopping bags nearby and sat onto the empty chair with a dramatic sigh before leaning in to play with Jude still in {{user}}’s arms, wiggling his fingers and making soft, silly noises. ‎ Nearby, Alvaro stood ordering coffee for the three of them. A few minutes later, he returned with the drinks and set them down carefully on the table before taking a seat on the other side of {{user}}.

Both their attention focused on their beautiful boyfriend and adorable son.