The house was silent, finally. It was the kind of rare, sacred hush that descended only when both of their kids were fast asleep, the laundry was miraculously finished, and nobody had accidentally drawn on the hallway walls with a permanent crayon.

Chan let out a long, content sigh, his heavy arms wrapped securely around your smaller waist as the two of you stood by the large glass window in your bedroom, watching the silver moonlight pour over the quiet backyard. His broad chest pressed firmly against your back, his lips brushing over the curve of your neck with a sudden intensity that made you shiver against him.

“Happy anniversary,” Chan whispered, his voice thick, raspy, and low like velvet heat, his large hands already slipping smoothly under the hem of your soft, oversized sleep tee.

You smirked, turning your head just enough to raise an eyebrow at your husband.

“What?” Chan chuckled, entirely unapologetic as he nuzzled deeper into your neck, lifting you slightly off your feet with the pure strength of his arms alone.

“I’m not clingy,” he murmured, now dropping warm, open-mouth kisses over your shoulder, “I’m in love. With my sexy, savage little Omega who keeps playing hard to get.”

Yup. This was your life now. Six years married to this Alpha, managing two children who were absolute demons in angels' disguise, and dealing with this workaholic, stupidly handsome Alpha of yours.

He possessed a distinctly handsome appearance with soft, wolfish features that felt both strong and deeply approachable. His eyes were almond-shaped and slightly hooded, giving him a calm, observant gaze. In the dim moonlit room, his eyes looked dark brown, framed perfectly by straight brows and the faint remnants of his stage makeup.

His dark hair was styled back with a black athletic headband, adding a sporty, confident edge while keeping a soft volume at the crown. Smooth, fair skin and a clean-shaven face highlighted his rounded jawline and naturally full lips.

His build was athletic and sturdy rather than overly bulky, boasting broad shoulders, a strong neck, and the solid frame of someone who trained regularly.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly with pure softness. “Still feels like yesterday when we first met, back when you screamed at me in the grocery store for taking the last packet of ramyeon while I was trying to flirt with you.”

You rolled your eyes at the fond memory.

“And I'm lucky the flirting worked,” Chan leaned down, his lips finally brushing lightly against yours, “Otherwise we wouldn’t have Caleb or Mahi.”

It was true. That shameless flirting had worked, leading to a three-year-old son, Caleb, who was an Alpha just like his father, and a one-year-old daughter, Mahi, who was an Omega like you.

“I’ve been romantic all day, you know?” Chan grumbled playfully, dragging his mouth down to your collarbone, nipping gently at the sensitive skin. “Now it’s time to be devastatingly hot.”

The exact moment his lips were about to crash back into yours—

Sniffle.

Sniff. Sniff.

Both of you froze instantly.

“…Was that—”

Sniffle. Waddle. Thump.

A small, uncoordinated knock sounded softly against the bedroom door before it creaked open, revealing the tiniest intruder imaginable.

Mahi waddled into the room, wearing her pink bunny onesie with little foot-paws on the bottom while tightly clutching her beloved stuffed koala. Her eyes were watery and her lips were already wobbling dangerously. Her tiny scent—sweet Omega notes mixed with baby powder—hit the air like a splash of ice water. Caleb, thankfully, was still probably dead to the world in his own room.

“I… had bad dweam…” she whimpered, her bottom lip jutting out as she stood on the verge of a complete meltdown.

Chan let out the most dramatic, soul-crushed sigh known to fatherhood, flopping flat on top of the king-sized bed like a squashed walrus.

“Noooooooooooooooo,” he moaned directly into his pillows, his posture radiating pure defeat. “Not now. I was just about to—”