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Getting nervous was something unusual coming from Osamu, but family kind of had this charming capacity of changing someone’s traits. Ever since a golden ring had been put in both his and Chuuya’s fingers, he was faced with reactions he normally wouldn’t have. Thankfully, his understanding mate taught him how to accept those changes and not be afraid of showing his emotive trace, especially to his dear pack.
At first, it wasn’t that easy, this whole thing of making a family. He didn’t have experience with the matter like Chuuya did. Before getting married, he’d asked a thousand times if that was really what his spouse wanted. If Osamu was truly the one he wanted to be with. Instead of answering right away, Chuuya decided to show how he meant each and every word, initiating a plan to smother him with so much love.
It was tiring, Osamu should confess. Chuuya was the type who used ‘tough love’ to prove a point, but that was exactly the push he needed to see beyond the self-despicable wall he had built around himself. A tough, stubborn and stern display of affection and care.
Now, 4 years after their marriage, the last requirement for them to feel complete had born: Their son. The result of their love, the little meatball they would cherish more than anything else in the world. However, Osamu doubted he would place his pup above his Omega. To him, they filled the same position. The same place in Osamu’s heart. Chuuya might love him more than Osamu, though, but that was fine. He wouldn’t mind losing his first place if it was for their baby.
Funny how Osamu only saw Fumiya for a brief second, in the hospital, and he was already one of the most important people in his life.
After Omegas and female Alphas gave birth, they normally entered in a feral state that would only get stabilized after a few days. During those times, they would lock themselves in their den and refuse to eat or drink, as well as cast out anyone who entered their little safe space – including their own mates. Osamu could only enter the room at night to leave food and water bottles because Chuuya was sleeping. And, even in those moments, he didn’t get to see a strand of hair of their pup. Chuuya had hidden him very well in a pile of comforts. Needless to say, he got impatient.
So much so that he decided to risk getting hurt by entering the den earlier than recommended. A desperate act indeed, but there was one detail that changed all the courses this careless action could lead to: Osamu was a Beta. Almost scentless and definitely a non-threat to a feral Omega. Chuuya would act more patient if he didn’t come in contact with an Alpha’s smell, meaning that he would think twice before jumping at his own mate.
If by any chance his predictions were wrong and his husband proved to be even more ruthless than Osamu already believed he was, then that was his problem. He would face the consequences maturely and would embrace Chuuya’s aggression without holding any grudges, after all, it was all for Fumiya’s safety.
The click of the handbell put Chuuya on alert in an instant. He got on his knees on the king side mattress that he placed on the floor, ready to pounce at the intruder at any moment. Osamu hadn’t put a foot inside the room and he was already defensive like that. Enchanting in its own way, perhaps Osamu would enjoy being punished if it meant being hurt by this beauty of an Omega.
With each step he took, Chuuya growled louder, though without leaving the position. He was taking whiffs, trying to detect what the man in front of him was, but failing because a Beta’s scent could only be detected at a short distance. Osamu felt bad for confusing him, but any rush could ruin everything. He had to take one step at a time. To approach slowly, with a relaxed posture and a submissive aura.
Halfway through it, he thought it was better to crawl because his mate began to show his canines. Keeping his gaze down, he continued going forwards until he was inches away from the nest. Chuuya’s response was immediate. He circled Osamu and pushed his forehead against his ribs, demanding him to lay down. And so he did. Submissively, Osamu let his stomach and chest to display, showing that he didn’t come here with vile intentions while Chuuya started sniffing him to confirm that.
Now that their bodies were so close, Osamu was finally able to inhale the cocktail of scents present in Chuuya. Fresh milk was the most prominent one, followed by his natural strawberries and a faint addition of mint and steel. The last one was their pup’s scent. An Omega, just like his Papa. Osamu couldn’t help but squeak with happiness, which Chuuya took as a positive reaction.
It wasn’t until Chuuya approached his neck and inhaled over his tiny, insignificant scent gland, that he recognized who that bandaged man was.
“Beta.” Chuuya purred before starting to nuzzle their faces together. Osamu squeaked again, happily allowing the redhead to lick and chew on his cheeks. “My Beta. My Osamu.”
“Hey, chibi. Did you miss me?” Osamu asked tenderly. He melted when Chuuya nodded at his question, emphasizing his affirmation with kisses on his lips. But, his sudden confidence was replaced with cautiousness when he heard a soft noise coming from the nest. “Can I–– Can I see your pup?”
Chuuya moved away, turned at Osamu and slowly took Fumiya from the middle of the safe space he built, showing him to his other Dad. “Our pup, Osamu. He is our baby.”
His heart spiraled with emotions in his chest, and he couldn’t help but stare at them fondly.
Osamu sat and arched his back, fussy at the presence of the little thing wrapped in Chuuya’s arms. He had dark, black hair. Chubby cheeks and round nose. Eyes as blue as Chuuya’s, if not a little lighter. He was beautiful, cute and precious and he wanted to cry because how could he be part of the creation of such a perfect being? That wasn’t right!
“Hi, mini-sized dog.” he joked in order to hide his shyness, slowly reaching his hand to comb Fumiya’s hair. Chuuya huffed at the nickname, holding him tightly against his chest. “We haven’t met yet. I mean, only I did. I saw you in the nursery with other puppies. You were the quietest one. Are you sure you’re our baby? I expected you to be as loud as my slug.”
“And I expected him to be a crybaby just like you, mackerel.” Chuuya teased back. “He only cries when he’s hungry, not more than that.”
Osamu rolled his eyes and snorted.
“How is this going for you?” Osamu wanted to check now that Chuuya could formulate proper phrases. He hadn’t been with him and Fumiya for three days, so he had no idea how Chuuya was during those times. It made him anxious.
“It’s like I’m in paradise.” Chuuya sweetly asserted, voice filled with love and joy. He soon joined Osamu by showing affection towards their son, gently rubbing his thumb on Fumiya’s cheeks. “Me and him, nesting. Safe and secure in our house. Our den. Fulfilled. I have never experienced anything as good as nurturing our child.”
Osamu hummed, gladly that he wasn’t having any struggle out of the ordinary from taking care of a newborn.
“And now that I have you here,” Chuuya complemented, taking him by surprise. “Everything became perfect.”
He swallowed dry. It’s right that he entered the room to see them, but he didn’t expect to get more than that. The idea of staying here with them hadn’t crossed his mind. “Chuuya, are you sure? I’m not as good as you are. He is too fragile and small. I might hurt him unintentionally. I–– I don’t know how to be good at this.”
“Y’know?” Before Chuuya proceeded, he adjusted Fumiya close to his swollen chest and began nursing him. Osamu got hypnotized by the caring, maternal gesture. “In the beginning of my pregnancy, I thought that too. You kind of didn’t put much of a reaction when I told you the news. I got scared you would reject Fumiya because he would become my priority, but you proved me wrong.”
“When?” Osamu asked, curious rather than doubtful. Chuuya smiled vividly, weakening him even more.
“When you slept on my belly and started purring to our pup.”
Betas didn’t purr, unless stimulated by a good life-changing occurrence. Osamu never purred before, not even when Chuuya accepted him as his mate.
He understood where Chuuya’s certainty came from.
“You will never hurt our baby, I know that. Otherwise, you would’ve your throat ripped out right now.” Chuuya finished by showing his teeth, and Osamu didn’t doubt his subtle threat. A Beta was no match for feral Omegas or feral Alphas, not in a fair fight at least. “Now fuck those insecurities of yours and come take a nap with Fumiya. I know you’ll have a lot of work to do tonight. You need to rest and bond with him. This is the best way to do both at the same time.”
Chuuya didn’t give him a chance to opine, already placing Fumiya’s in his arms after making him burp. Training to hold his pup with dolls came in handy, because Osamu managed to get him into the right position. He felt proud of himself, and so did Chuuya.
“Where are you going?” Osamu asked after seeing the Omega putting on casual clothes, deliberately fearful. He didn’t know if Fumiya would like to stay alone with a ‘stranger’ in his eyes.
“I may have isolated myself from the world, but I know what’s going on.” Chuuya claimed, while Osamu sighed. He tried so hard to hide it from him. Damn Chuuya’s sharp instincts. “How much is the head of the Port Mafia’s heir worth at the moment?”
“261.900 yens.” Osamu stated in a firm, gloomy voice. Then, he grinned as he looked at Fumiya’s sleepy face. It seemed he didn’t get affected by being held by someone who wasn’t Chuuya.
He whistled, impressed. “That’s pretty high. Our puppy has barely been born and costs so much?”
“A record, without a doubt.” Osamu nodded, returning his gaze to his husband. They stared at each other for a few seconds, in a silent communication that, one day, Fumiya would also learn. “Bring at least 1 for me. I don’t want to be left out of the fun.”
“You don’t want your torture methods to get rusty.” Chuuya smirked. “Sick bastard. Don’t you dare to teach those things to Fumiya, even if he asks for it someday.”
“I promise you nothing~”
It was a joke, they both knew. Long time ago, Osamu promised Odasaku that at least their pup would have the right to choose what kind of life he wanted to have. A choice his parents and uncle never had. The people didn’t know this, of course, as there was still the possibility that Fumiya would want to own the empire built by the two most powerful criminal individuals in Japan. Until then, Papa Chuuya and Dad Dazai would take care of everything.
“Finish them, Chuuya.”
Chuuya looked at him with an arrogant air and nodded, ready to cause a slaughter in the name of the child he loved so much.
He left, and Osamu had to control the warm tingling on his chest. If he already created a sea of blood naturally, then he would paint a masterpiece of chaos in that feral state. Osamu couldn’t wait for the upcoming report and recordings.
“Fumiya,” Osamu called, testing the name in his tongue for the first time. The little one waved his arms and yawned. He chuckled, and then began to accommodate both in the nest. “Thanks for being born.”
The chances of a male Beta and male Omega producing a pup were extremely low. Though, once again, Osamu and Chuuya challenged another improbability in their lives. A Beta boss and an Omega executive? Never in the history of the Mafia has anything like this happened. Now, they even defied their own biology and had a son. Their whole history was a splendid, quite dramatic, irony.
Osamu hunched over, using his body’s arch as a protective shield. Fumiya fidgeted for a few seconds, so he placed his hand on his tummy and began to shake him sideways, a classic recipe for bringing sleep to a baby.
“I might not be the best human being that exists,” Osamu said, low and sincere. Almost soulful. “But I promise I’m going to be the best father for you, chibikko.”
And there, in that spot smelling of strawberries, apples, milk and mint mixed with steel, Osamu fell asleep peacefully next to his little miracle. Safe and sound, as it always should be.