My omega boyxboy

Popcorn and Chaos

I'm perched on a barstool, silently munching on popcorn like I'm at the movies, watching my mate's mother tear into him. Honestly, I know it's childish, but when you've lived a life as uneventful as mine, you learn to savor the little joys. Right now, this is pure gold.

"You ungrateful boy!" his mother yells, her finger wagging inches from his face. "Do you have any idea what I went through carrying you? Five months of swelling, belly fat, and hormones! I almost killed your father because he dared to eat a single piece of my chocolate—and you find your mate without telling me?!"

She doesn't wait for an answer, opting instead to grab his ear and twist it. Hard.

Oh, this is getting really good.

David looks at me with pleading eyes, silently begging for my intervention. I just shake my head and mouth the word suffer. Yes, I know it's childish, but I'm having too much fun to care. I haven't enjoyed myself this much in... well, probably ever.

David's father strolls in, raising a brow at the scene unfolding before him. He's an older version of David, the resemblance uncanny. "Honey, let go of his ear," he says calmly, as if this is a routine occurrence.

David mutters a quick "Thanks, Dad," rubbing his now swollen and slightly red ear.

"Don't you 'Thanks, Dad' me!" His father's voice, though stern, has an amused edge to it. "How could you not tell us you found your mate? Where is he?"

At that, I freeze, trying my best to shrink down on the barstool and disappear. Maybe if I make myself small enough, they won't notice me. But, of course, David has other plans. The traitor points right at me, and I feel the heat rise to my face as all eyes land on me.

I manage a small, awkward wave. "H-hi..."

David's mother's eyes go wide with excitement. "Oh, honey, look at him!" she gushes, her mood shifting so fast it's like whiplash. "He's adorable! They're going to give us the cutest grandbabies, I just know it!"

She rushes over to me, wrapping her arms around me in a hug so tight I swear she's trying to squeeze the life out of me. I barely manage to breathe, and all I can think is, Did she just say grandbabies? The shock is so overwhelming, I'm momentarily speechless.

One second she's yelling at David, and now she's hugging me like I'm a long-lost family member. Bipolar much?

"Wh-what?" I manage to stammer out, though it's more of a wheeze, considering the lack of oxygen.

She pulls back just enough to look me up and down, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "So, when am I getting grandbabies?" she asks, her hands still gripping my shoulders like I might vanish if she lets go.

Wait... what?!

David chuckles from behind her, clearly amused by the entire situation. "Mom, you're scaring him."

"Oh, nonsense!" she replies, waving off his concern as if it's the most ridiculous thing she's ever heard. "I'm just excited! He's perfect, David. You better treat him well."

David's face softens as he meets my eyes. There's warmth there, and maybe even a hint of pride. "Don't worry, Mom. I'll take care of him."

I'm still trying to wrap my head around what just happened. One minute, I was a spectator, enjoying my popcorn, and now I'm at the center of attention. And... grandbabies? Really? How did we get from popcorn to that in the span of five minutes?

David's father chuckles from his spot by the door, arms crossed over his chest. "Welcome to the family, Daniel. Don't worry, you'll get used to it."

Used to it? My head feels like it's spinning. I glance between David, his over-enthusiastic mother, and his laid-back father, wondering what exactly I've gotten myself into. This is so far from anything I've ever known. Packs are usually cold, strict places for omegas like me. We're there to serve, not... whatever this is.

David's mother is still looking at me with that too-bright smile. I can feel her excitement radiating off her, and it's almost contagious. Almost. "Oh, honey," she says, her tone softer now. "I'm so happy David found you. We've been waiting for this moment for so long, you have no idea."

Her words catch me off guard. There's a sincerity in her voice that makes something in my chest tighten. I'm not used to this—being wanted, being accepted. It feels foreign and a little terrifying.

David clears his throat, sensing my discomfort. "Mom, why don't we let Daniel settle in before we start planning for grandbabies, okay?"

She laughs, finally letting go of my shoulders. "Fine, fine. But don't keep me waiting too long!" She winks at me, and I can't tell if she's serious or just teasing.

David guides me to the kitchen table, pulling out a chair for me. "You okay?" he asks quietly, his hand resting on the back of my chair. There's a gentleness in his voice that makes me relax, just a little.

"Y-yeah," I manage to say, though my mind is still reeling. I take a deep breath, trying to calm the whirlwind of thoughts in my head.

I didn't expect any of this. Not the warmth, not the affection, and certainly not the talk of grandbabies. I've always been an outsider—someone to be ridiculed or ignored. But here, in this strange household, I'm being embraced, literally and figuratively. It's overwhelming, and yet... a part of me doesn't want to run from it.

David's father grabs a chair and sits across from me, folding his hands on the table. "You must have a lot of questions," he says, his voice calm and patient.

I nod slowly. "A few..." My voice is quiet, but they both seem to hear the uncertainty behind it.

David's mother returns to the table, sitting beside her husband. "Ask us anything, sweetheart. We're an open book." Her smile is still bright, but there's a genuine warmth in it now. Not the overwhelming excitement from earlier, but something softer, more welcoming.

I glance at David, who gives me an encouraging nod, and then back at his parents. "Why..." I pause, swallowing hard. "Why are you all so... nice to me?"

The question hangs in the air for a moment, and I instantly regret asking it. It sounds stupid. But it's the only thing I've been thinking about since I got here. Why are they so different?

David's father is the one who answers. "Because you're family now," he says simply, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "And family takes care of each other."

I blink, not sure what to say. Family? That's not something I've ever really had. Packs, sure. But not family.

David places a hand on my shoulder, squeezing gently. "You're home now, Daniel. For real."

Home. That word again. It still feels foreign, but hearing it from David, and the way his parents are looking at me, makes it seem... possible.

For the first time in a long while, I allow myself to hope.