It was the month of December— the 15th, to be exact—ten days from Levi’s birthday and Christmas Day. It was a Saturday evening, and the Smith family had long retired to their rooms hours ago, the current hour nearing eleven o’clock. Baby Leon was asleep in his crib that he was quickly growing out of, Erwin and Levi in their bedroom, and four-year-old Valor… who was supposed to be asleep in his own room, but was not.

You see, little Valor had had a nightmare that evening, and had left his room to seek the comfort of his fathers.

Unbeknownst to the toddler, his dads were… well, occupied. As the little blond pattered down the hallway, clutching a small blue baby blanket in his chubby fingers as he sniffled, the muffled sound of thumping and other uninterpretable noises came from beyond the alpha and omega’s bedroom. Valor, undeterred by the sounds, reached up, his little hand fumbling with the locked door as he tried to open it.