My omega boyxboy

A New Morning

Wake up," came an annoyingly cheerful voice.

A poke to my side. I groaned, rolling over to bury my face in the pillow.

"Wake up," came the voice again. Poke.

"Ugh, why won't this evil person let me sleep?" I mumbled, trying to cling to the remnants of sleep. You know that feeling, right? When you're in the best part of your sleep, all warm and cozy, and someone just has to wake you up? Yeah, that's what was happening.

"Come on, get up," another poke, this one more insistent.

That was it.

With a swift move, I swung my leg out and kicked the culprit off the bed. There was a thud, followed by a mockingly dramatic "Ouchy, beautiful."

I smirked, eyes still closed, feeling victorious. Maybe now I'd get to sleep in peace.

"Okay, that's it. I'll just eat all this delicious breakfast by myself," the evil voice taunted, moving away from the bed.

I grumbled, turning my face back into the pillow. Good, go eat by yourself, evil bean. I don't need you or your food...

But then my stomach, as if it had a mind of its own, growled loudly. Traitor.

A chuckle came from across the room, and I groaned again, knowing I had been defeated. Slowly, I opened my eyes, the room coming into focus. David was standing by the door, a smug grin plastered on his face as he leaned casually against the frame.

"Morning, beautiful," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "You hungry?"

I scowled but slowly dragged myself out of bed. "Only because my stomach betrayed me."

He laughed, coming over to wrap his arms around me, kissing the top of my head. "Come on, then. Let's get you fed."

Time Skip – Breakfast

I sat at the kitchen table, stuffing my face with what could only be described as heaven. The pancakes were fluffy, the eggs perfectly cooked (this time, without David's attempt to burn them), and the bacon was crispy in just the right way. Each bite made me forget about the chaos of yesterday and the teasing from this morning. For a few blissful moments, I was in my own little world of culinary perfection.

The doorbell rang, breaking the peaceful silence of breakfast. I barely registered it as I reached for another slice of bacon.

"Someone get the door!" David yelled from somewhere deeper in the house.

I looked around, realizing I was the closest to the door. With a sigh, I reluctantly got up and shuffled over, wiping my hands on a napkin as I reached for the doorknob.

As soon as I opened the door, I froze. My body went rigid, the familiar scent hitting me before I could fully process who it was. Standing in front of me, looking as regal and intimidating as ever, was my mother.

What is she doing here?

Before I could gather my thoughts, I felt David come up behind me. His presence, usually calming, only added to my confusion. "Who is it, love?" he asked, and when he saw who stood at the door, his tone shifted, growing more cautious. "Mom?"

The tension in the air was palpable. My pulse quickened as I stood rooted in place, unsure of what to say or do. What could she possibly want after all this time? Why now?

And why did it feel like my world was about to come crashing down?

David's mother appeared from the kitchen, curious about the sudden silence. "Who's at the door?" she asked, but as soon as she saw my mother standing there, her cheerful expression faltered.

"May I come in?" my mother asked, her tone as cold and commanding as I remembered. It wasn't really a question.

David's hand on my back was the only thing keeping me grounded in that moment. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions brewing inside me.

"Why are you here?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. But I knew she heard me.

Her eyes, so similar to my own, narrowed slightly. "We need to talk," she said, her gaze shifting briefly to David before returning to me. "It's important."

I swallowed hard, the weight of her words settling in. Nothing good ever came from a conversation with my mother. Especially not one that started with "we need to talk."

David, sensing my hesitation, stepped forward. "If this is about Daniel, you should know he's not alone anymore."

She glanced at him, her lips curving into a small, unreadable smile. "I can see that."

Her eyes flicked back to me, and in them, I saw something that made my stomach twist—determination.

Kevonie:Clift hunger people who's evil I'm evil yeh yeh

David: we all know that

Kevonie: oh shut up before I make Danel give you blue balls

David: he would do that right love

Danel: ahhhh I n-need to go y'all have a nice convoy *running away*

Kevonie: *smirking*

David: oh my gosh I I I I'm gonna go *walking away from a backward

Kevonie: *slowly walking towards him* Boo

David: *running for his life*

edited by author k.hall