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“Jack, this really isn’t necessary?” Rhys stood in the bathroom doorway, looking at the man typing and scanning furious on his interface on the bed. Jack was naked, hair tousled and messy and yet his eyes were serious, face set in concentration as he pressed a hand to his lips, letting out only a small “mm” at Rhys’s statement.
“There wasn’t anything wrong with the last security system, was there? I mean, you never had any problems. No one who ever wanted to get in here even got close. So why—?” Jack huffed, lifting the hand from his lips to run through his hair.
“Cause I didn’t design that one, pumpkin. Who knows if the guy who did installed some kind of backdoors or weaknesses in the system.”
“I think if they’d done that, someone would’ve already been in here to slip a knife through your ribs…” Jack sighed, closing his eyes and leaning back against the headboard for a moment, pinching his brow.
“I get it, Rhysie, you think I’m going batshit, but just let me.” Rhys rolled his eyes, but carefully walked over to where his alpha lay on the bed, the golden claws of his cybernetic hands coming up to card gently through Jack’s hair. Jack just barely opened his eyes as he tilted his head, resting it against Rhys’ abdomen, feeling the gradual bump there. It was still small, essentially hidden under the loose yellow fabric of Rhys’s sweater, but Jack could feel the soft curve against his cheek as he pressed in closer.
“This way I can rest my ass easy knowing you and the little kiddo are gonna be safe no matter what any bastard tries to throw at us. Okay? Let a crazy old alpha have his moment.” Rhys smiled fondly, scratching Jack’s scalp. The man purred, nuzzling against Rhys’s stomach, arms wrapping around the omega’s waist.
“Okay, you psycho. You can stay up all night agonizing over perfecting your precious security system, but if you sleep late I’m eating breakfast without you.”
“Rhysie…” Jack tilted his head, looking up at him with a slight pout.
“Fine.” The omega teased, sliding into bed next to Jack, keeping the alpha’s arms around him. “I’ll make something nice, since you’re being such a sweet protective bastard.” Jack chuckled, chin nestled against Rhys’s shoulder.
“Kitten, if you’re going to try to cook, then maybe I’d be better off sleeping all day tomorrow.”