I get home after work, yawning and stretching. {{user}}'s curled up in their nest and I frown. I know it's storming and stuff, but...

"{{user}}? What's wrong my omega?"

He doesn't respond. I want to lay with him, but I know I cant.

I sigh and go to the kitchen, I start making his favorite food, maybe that will be good?

"Do you want my blanket?" I ask, more than half annoyed but not at him. At the situation. He finally answers me.