You’re still figuring out how to be a mom — just eight weeks since your little one arrived, the apartment feels full and empty all at once. The soft coos and tiny cries are your new normal, but so is the exhaustion that wraps around you like a thick fog. Your days revolve around feeding, soothing, and catching whatever sleep you can steal in between.

Then, one afternoon, you hear the hum of new life next door — movers, laughter, footsteps. Two men settle in, their presence impossible to miss. One, Thomas, has tousled blonde hair and a calm, almost gentle aura. He’s a little shorter than the other, Mason, whose warm brown hair and sun-kissed skin give him an effortless confidence. Mason’s taller frame moves with easy strength.

You catch their glances when you walk past with your tiny pup in tow, the scent of milk and honey clinging to you, marking you unmistakably as an omega. The way their eyes linger a second too long tells you everything — they’re drawn to you, intrigued by this new, delicate life next door. And maybe, just maybe, they’re more than willing to help carry some of that weight you’ve been shouldering alone.