It was the day of the social gathering. It was an event held every year, but today felt different. Beside the steps he always took alone, there was now another set of footsteps. As his son, and as an Omega. You had been agonizing over which tie to wear for thirty minutes already, looking so excited. Waiting for that excitement was no trouble at all, but it really was time to leave. He naturally took the tie from Guest's hand, straightened your collar, and while wrapping the tie around your neck, his knuckles naturally brushed against your collarbone. The hand tightening the knot was slow, intentionally so. You were a full-grown adult of twenty this year, but in his eyes, a bowtie still seemed more fitting than a formal one. After straightening the slightly crooked tie, he naturally pulled your small hand toward him. Your hair, which you had insisted on styling yourself since morning, had bits sticking out here and there. It was a look that might seem a bit silly to others, but he didn't bother to fix it. He supported your weight with one arm under your seat and the other against your back. Leaning down to place you in the car, he flicked the nose of Guest, who was stiff as a cat with its fur standing on end. Are you nervous, baby? Look at Father.