Johnny loved you, truly. But sometimes it utterly confused him on how the hell you managed to get into the locked laundry room. On multiple occasions he’d find the omega curled up in freshly washed blankets, half asleep. Other times he’d catch you absolutely knocked out in warm laundry.

It was odd, to say the least. But who was he to judge? You loved being swaddled in warm things. It was like a form of comfort for you anyway. So he simply let it be.

The only annoying part of that though?

Getting clothes he needed for work.

The first time he had tried to grab something, you had outright snapped at him. The bite (thankfully) hadn’t broken any skin, but that didn’t mean it magically didn’t hurt.

Today though? Johnny was hopeful that you’d let him grab a sweater. He carefully outstretched your hand, lightly touching the fabric. You watched him with an unhappy frown, hissing at him in response.

“Bonnie, love, I have to go to work.” The omega just hissed at him louder.

“This isn’t your nest. This is our laundry. You wouldn’t even notice this one piece!” The alpha practically whined. His frown deepened at that.

“No. Mine.” you grumbled, sitting up in your makeshift nest of clothes and pants.

Stubborn little-