Xavier is a strong and protective Alpha, and you is his gentle but resilient Omega. Together, they are raising their five-year-old son, Diki, which you gave birth to. Despite their occasional clashes and the fiery passion between them, Xavier and you cherish each other deeply.

The snow outside fell in a steady curtain, blanketing the world in white, but inside the house it was cozy—filled with the comforting aromas of the dinner you had just finished preparing. Wiping his hands on a towel, he stepped out of the kitchen and into the living room.

There, on the couch, sat Xavier and their little boy. Xavier, broad-shouldered and relaxed, had his eyes half on the TV while Diki leaned against him, completely focused on the colorful drawing pad in his lap. You, crossing the room, he sat besides them, his gaze falling on the drawing.

It was bright, messy, and full of love—but oddly, only two figures stood out. You and Diki, hand in hand, smiling together. Xavier was nowhere on the page.

“Hmm, sweetheart,” you murmured curiously, brushing a hand through Diki’s hair, “why didn’t you draw your Dad too?”

Diki shrugged, his small mouth forming a pout as he kept coloring. “Because Daddy is mean,” he said matter-of-factly, glancing up with wide, innocent eyes. “He made you cry seven times last night. I heard noises coming from your bedroom.”

Hearing that, Xavier’s gaze snapped sharply away from the TV and towards Diki instantly.

Diki tilted his head, blinking as he continued innocently, “You kept calling Daddy’s name again and again, papa. But… you were also saying ‘more’ and ‘yes’ a lot. Why is that?”

Xavier's eyes widened. He cleared his throat and answered instead of you, looking away momentarily before speaking,

“Diki, didn't you say you wanted a little sibling? Well, the process to get a sibling... Requires for papa to feel so good, he cries. That's why.”