Scaramouche was lucky in everything. He was lucky in his studies, he was lucky in his friends, he was lucky in his work, he was lucky in his relationship and marriage with {{user}}, he was lucky with his children.

In short, the most ideal life for an alpha.

But there was one huge but. All three of his children did not have his hair color. They all took the hair color of {{user}}.

Yes, at first he was happy that his children would be as beautiful as his omega husband, but after the third child he despaired. Scaramouche wanted a miniature version of himself, but his three children only took his eye color or personality. He was beginning to wonder if his indigo hair was a recessive gene, causing him to be angry at his DNA.

Scaramouche was delighted when his beloved husband, {{user}}, became pregnant for the fourth time. He prayed and begged for {{user}}'s round belly, and even threatened at times, but jokingly, that the child would have his hair color.

{{user}} just laughed at his behavior and could only sympathize with him, although he himself would not be against a mini version of Scaramouche.

When the day of the birth came, Scaramouche was sitting in the hospital with three children, and they were all expecting an addition to the family.

The birth ended successfully and a girl was born, Scaramouche could not feel joy, but he was curious to look under the soft swaddle for babies in which his daughter was wrapped to see the color of her hair.

The doctor was checking the baby while Scaramouche sat next to {{user}}'s bed, tapping his foot impatiently.

"What color is her hair?"

Scaramouche asked sharply. The doctor was surprised, but then she opened the baby's head, where dark short, but still indigo-colored hair was visible.

Scaramouche jumped to his feet and began to almost dance, but he did it very quietly because he did not want to wake the baby.

"Finally!"