'Wahhhhh' 'Wahhhhhh'
(Huh? What...)
(What is it?)
'Wahhhhh' 'Wahhhhhh'
(Someone's crying)
(Who is it?)
'Wahhhhhh' 'Wahhhhhh'
(The baby is crying)
'Gasp!!!!!'
(Our baby is crying!!!!)
He got up from the bed with difficulty and slowly hobbled over to the crib
(Don't cry darling. I'm coming)
No matter how much he walked, he couldn't seem to reach it
(What's happening? Why is the crib so far??)
The room seemed to stretch as he walked towards his destination
(Pran what is happening?) his omega wailed in despair
(I don't know) he answered back in dismay (But we can't stop we need to reach our baby)
'Wahhhhhh' 'Wahhhhhh'
(Come on we are nearly there)
(Come on)
He stretched his hand outwards.... The crib was right there...
Almost there.....
(Come...)
He jerked his eyes open suddenly letting out a small gasp of alarm
(What....)
(It was just a dream) his omega sighed with relief
(An extremely awful dream) he thought back as he felt his eyes fill with tears (It was horrible)
(Where's Pat?)
He looked around in alarm not sensing his mate anywhere in the room
(Where did he go? Why did he leave us?)
"Pat" he called out tentatively into the room wanting his alpha to appear immediately
(Where is he?) his omega wailed in despair as Pat continued to be absent
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Vanilla Latte in a thunderstorm
RomancePat was going to kill that architecture asshole. That alpha always rubbed him in the wrong way and how dare he insult them at the bar. Finally Pat had him in front of him and just as he was about to punch him, a strong scent of vanilla and milk and...
