Fallen General's Omega (BL)

"There, there," Noelle murmurs, rocking Mimi gently in his arms, his voice a soothing lullaby against the chaos of our return. But despite his efforts, our daughter continues to cry, her tiny fists clenching the fabric of his shirt as if afraid we’ll disappear again. Guilt tugs at my chest. We’ve been gone too long. I knew she would miss us, but seeing the distress in her big, watery eyes makes it hit home.

I step closer, placing a hand on Noelle’s back, rubbing slow, reassuring circles. Mimi’s sobs quiet just a fraction, her tiny nose scrunching as she lets out a few hiccups. Her green eyes, so much like Noelle’s, stare up at me, pleading. She doesn’t understand why we left, only that we were gone. And now that we’re back, she doesn’t want to let go.

I won’t let her cry herself to exhaustion.

With one smooth movement, I scoop both of them into my arms, pulling them toward the massive bed. Noelle doesn’t protest, allowing himself to be gathered in my embrace, and Mimi lets out a soft whimper but snuggles closer into Noelle’s chest. Her tiny fingers curl around the fabric of his nightshirt, as if anchoring herself to the safety of her parents.

I settle us down, pressing Noelle firmly against me with Mimi resting between us, her tiny body fitting perfectly against our warmth. I pull the blankets over us, tucking them securely around my family. The weight of them in my arms, the steady rhythm of their breathing—this is home.

Noelle lets out a sigh, resting his head against my shoulder. His scent is comforting, familiar, grounding. I inhale deeply, savoring it. The collar is back around his neck, the star-shaped jewel shimmering faintly in the dim light of the room. It cost me a fortune, well half of my networth, sure I still have enough to make sure Mimi’s children’s children’s children live comfortably.

Mimi finally stops fussing, her tiny body relaxing as her breathing evens out. I feel her small fingers flex in her sleep before she sighs, her little mouth parting slightly. She’s content now, tucked safely between her parents, where she belongs.

I tighten my hold, pressing a lingering kiss against Noelle’s forehead. He hums softly, already half-asleep, but leans into my touch, his body instinctively seeking mine.

I don’t deserve this.

I know that.

For everything I’ve done, for the lives I’ve taken, for the sins that will one day catch up to me—I shouldn’t be allowed this peace. And yet, here I am, lying in bed with the two most precious beings in the world, wrapped in warmth and love I never thought I’d have.