Cravings and Cryings

Daime sighs as he wakes up from another night of crying session from his mate. He looks at the clock by the nightstand and groans when he sees what it is. He gets up from the bed and bee-lines towards the living room, where Mischka is crying.

"Alphaaaaa!! UWAAAAA!!"

Daime engulfs his Omega with his tight hug and calming pheromones, wiping his tears away and whispering sweet nothings against his ears. 

"Is there something I can do to ease this pain, darling?"

All of a sudden, the Omega stops crying and looks at the Alpha beside him. He kisses him on the lips as he pouts and speaks like a baby.

"Aysh shrim. Gib me aysh shrim."

If a stranger speaks to him like this, he will definitely throws him out of the window and cringed. Unfortunately, Mischka is not a stranger and he his Omega. Seeing him like this makes Daime's heart warm and fuzzy.

"Okay. What flavor?"