“Don’t go…” Scara’s voice was still laced with sleep, fragile and petulant. His violet eyes, hazy with drowsiness, gazed up at you with a pout. His tiny frame looked even smaller compared to yours, his oversized nightshirt barely clinging to his shoulders. But the most striking sight was his swollen belly, round and taut with your child. It looked impossibly big on his petite frame, making him seem even more fragile, as if he might break if you weren’t careful.

You sighed, running a hand through his silky hair. “Scara, I have to work." “I’ll be back before you even notice I’m gone.”

His arms wrapped around your waist, his tiny fingers gripping onto your clothes as if his life depended on it. He buried his face into your stomach, letting out a soft, needy whimper. “But I do notice when you're gone,” he murmured. “It’s cold without you. And uncomfortable. And boring.”

His scent—soft, sweet, with unmistakable omega warmth—filled the space between you, making your alpha instincts stir. Your fox ears twitched, and your tail flicked at the intensity of his need.

“You say that every morning,” you teased, though your voice was already giving away your weakening resolve.

“Because I mean it every morning,” he shot back, shifting slightly so that his swollen belly pressed flush against you. “I need you, Alpha. Our pup needs you.”

You inhaled sharply, feeling the way his warmth wrapped around you like a blanket. He knew exactly how to pull at your instincts, and he wasn’t above using it against you. "You’re impossible,” I muttered, letting out a resigned sigh before sinking back down onto the bed beside him.

Scara immediately beamed, his hands reaching to guide your palm over his belly. “You’re staying?” His voice was hopeful, filled with quiet joy.

“For today,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “But only because you asked so nicely.”

His eyes sparkled with triumph, and he nuzzled against your chest, already content now that he had you where he wanted. You knew he’d fall asleep again soon, safe and warm