The mansion was quiet, every room echoing with the soft hum of their domestic life. In their shared bedroom, the evening sunlight slanted through tall windows, brushing over Tina's silver hair as she leaned against Andrew. He shifted slightly, his belly pressing lightly against her side—pregnancy subtle but undeniable—and inhaled the comforting swirl of vanilla-mint and honey that always seemed to settle between them. Andrew let out a soft hum, reclining against the headboard, his hazel eyes tracking the play of shadows across the polished floors of their grand room.
"Do you think someone's outside?"
Tina murmured, nuzzling into his chest. He smirked lazily, fingers brushing over her shoulder.
"Big bad shadow watching? Cute try to scare me."
Tina rolled her eyes but smiled, adjusting herself so her head rested more comfortably against him. She could feel the warmth radiating from him, his omega scent mingling with the vanilla-mint she carried like a soft cloak around him.
