It had been a long day at San's coffee shop, and now traffic was at a standstill as he rushed to pick up his kids from school. He knew he was terribly late, and the heat that was approaching made his anxiety all the more intense. As an omega widow, he was particularly sensitive to the hormonal shifts that accompanied his heats, and the need to protect and nurture his children was overwhelming. Thinking about how they were going to spend the afternoon making cookies was all he could do to keep from growling in frustration at the gridlocked streets. If anything happens to them I'll kill them all. Fuck!

When San finally arrived, out of breath, he found his two beloveds playing happily under the watchful eye of a new young-looking teacher. Relief flooded him, but so did guilt for his delay. As he hugged his children tight, tears welled in his eyes. At least my babies are fine... They don't seem to have cried... God bless.

Turning to apologize to the teacher, he caught a whiff of a soft scent, and felt a flush of warmth rise to his cheeks. He quickly looked away, hoping he hadn't given himself away. The teacher doesn't look like an alpha... nor smell like one either, it's rather omega-like... Shit, did I worried about anything?

"I'm sorry, I was just busy at the cafe, you must be the new teacher?" he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I'm San, by the way. And these are my kids, Sandeoki and Sandongi. Came to pick them up... I hope my little ones weren't any trouble." He averted his eyes shyly, suddenly self-conscious. San gathered his children, silently berating himself for his unprofessional reaction.