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The conference room felt like a poorly ventilated oven, the air thick with nervous energy and the aggressive, metallic scent of docens of photographers. Every major network and sports outlet was present. They weren't there for a recap of the game; they were there for the identity of the Mystery Man and the story behind Baby Iglesias.
Bunny walked to the podium alone. He wore a crisp, dark suit—not his team uniform—and his face was devoid of his usual playful arrogance. He looked serious, immovable, and utterly determined. Behind him, the club’s PR manager wrung his hands, having spent the last two hours arranging for this to happen in time, to avoid tarnishing the club’s winning streak.
Bunny leaned into the microphone. His Alpha presence, usually vibrant and energetic, was now focused into a single point of immovable force.
“Thank you for coming,” he began, his voice ringing clearly across the tense room. “I realize there has been intense speculation following the events after La Copa Del Rey's final." He stated in a calm, but firm way. "I called this conference to end that speculation immediately.”
He took a slow, deliberate breath, his eyes sweeping over the sea of eager faces and flashing lenses.
“Regarding what you all saw yesterday evening..." he let his words sink in their jeads, their cameras clicking frantic. His heart beating with hope inside his chest. "The child you saw me with is my son, Shun. He is nearly two years old. He is healthy, he is happy, and he is loved.”
A riot of shouting erupted. The journalists surged forward, hands lifting as if they were in a kindergarten where the reporters are the kids and Bunny the teacher, all of demanding to know the mother's name.
"Who is the mother?" He heard the first recognizable voice.
"Are you keeping a secret family?" Another one.
"Are you a couple with the man you kissed?" Someone else shouted.
"Bunny, are you with the mother of the child?"
And so on and on. He couldn't believe the kids in Shun’s early stimulation classes behaved better than them. True, they were more in number, but toddlers are toddlers and they were behaving better than these ones.
Should Bunny call their mothers to get them a good scold about manners?
Bunny held up a single hand, and the sheer force of his presence—the underlying hint of his Alpha command—silenced the room in a second.
“You want to know about the man I kissed,” he continued, his gaze locking directly into the main camera lens, knowing Rin would be watching. “You want to know his name, and his connection to me.”
He allowed a small, tender smile to touch his lips, softening the sternness of his features.
“The man you saw is Itoshi Rin. He is my partner, my anchor, my husband and Shun’s mother.”
A fresh, deafening roar broke out. This was a revelation in itself: a top-tier Alpha athlete confirming a long-term, loving partnership with another man. But Bunny wasn't finished.
"Is he the mother?" The shouting started again. "Mr. Iglesias."
"Bunny is..."
Bunny sighed tiredly. They were more exhausting then newborns and he would know. He was there when Shun was seconds old.
"And yes,” he said, leaning closer to the mic, projecting his voice over the noise. “To address the ugly whispers I’ve already heard in the press—Rin is an Omega. He bore our child in his body. Where do you think those pretty eyes of Shun came from?”
The entire room went silent. The revelation of Rin’s designation was a nuclear bomb dropped into the testosterone-fueled world of professional sports, where the Omega designation was often treated as either a weakness or a private commodity.
And no one has suspected PXG's ex-striker star, Itoshi Rin, to be an Omega. Because Rin was too energetic, too strong, too crass and loved to say bad words. Because he had stood in front of other Alphas, glared at them and proceeded to shred them into oblivion.
Who would ever believe a creature that possessed such natural skill to dispatch his opponents would ever be a sweet Omega? No one.
Bunny hadn't believed it at the beginning, when his heart screamed at him to get to know that 16 years old boy nearly 10 years ago. He saw the way Rin played in that beach and was captivated instantly, dark hair damp, strong legs keeping the ball in possession in a beautiful way.
But Rin was... He was a sweet Omega in the privacy of their home. Rin hosted their baby and Bunny touched that baby bump growing in Rin's body. He bought clothes to fit that rounded stomach and found the yukkiest of foods to feed his craving Omega. He rubbed oil on that pale skin to help soothe the itch that came with stretching muscles and stretching marks.
Interesting that such a fierce man as Itoshi Rin The Striker, the defiant enemy when they played Champions League, that same man that helped his team win the French Cup 4 years in a row, that won 2 Champions League and a World Cup was an Omega that whispered to their unborn child, caressing his own swollen stomach while speaking in soft Japanese. Singing lullabies Bunny wasn't able to understand.
Bunny stood firm, letting the shock settle.
“For years, we protected this information. We protected our family,” he explained, his voice becoming quieter, more intimate, yet losing none of its power. “Because in this world, an Omega should not have to sacrifice their professional life because of their designation, or be forced into the spotlight simply for loving an Alpha. Rin is a private person, and his only focus is being the best parent possible.”
He looked straight into the camera again, his eyes radiating fierce, protective love.
“But now that the secret is out, let me be perfectly clear: We are a family. Alpha, Omega, and our son. We are unified. I am deeply in love with Rin, and he is the strength that allows me to stand here today. If anyone seeks to monetize, harass, or endanger my partner or my child, I will use every resource at my disposal to protect them.”
He paused, offering a final, definitive statement.
“My club and my career will continue. My family is non-negotiable. Thank you.”
With that, Bunny placed his hands on the podium, nodded once to the silenced room, and walked out, leaving the media chaos to explode in his wake.
Rin sat cross-legged on the floor of the private study, the room chosen for its heavy soundproofing. He held Shun in his lap, the two year-old nestled between his legs, absorbed by a colorful wooden puzzle. Rin was focused, but not on the puzzle. Every muscle in his body was coiled with tension, his entire focus trained on the muted television screen.
When Bunny walked to the podium, Rin’s breath hitched. He had helped script the statement—insisting on the clear mention of the Omega designation, so no one could ever said Shun wasn't his and Bunny's —but hearing those private words delivered to the entire world was jarring.
Shun looked up at the sound of the increased volume, his small hands pausing their work.
"Papa." The baby said softly, looking at the TV, then looking at his Omega mother. "Papa TV."
"Yes, saiai. Papá is on the TV." Rin said, looking down and smiling at his son.
Shun was so precious to him. He nearly didn't made it. But here he was with that pale hair of Bunny, the pale skin of Rin, with those curls that belied that he wasn't Asian completely, all while sporting Rin’s eyes.
I want for our child to inherit your eyes, mi amor. Tus ojos son tan hermosos que podría perderme en ellos toda una vida. The last thing Rin wasn't sure what was, but Iglesias got his wish and Shun was born with the Saname eyes.
Because his and Sae's eyes weren't his father's, they weren't a legacy from the Itoshi name. No. They were the proof that Female Omegas has a say in baby's genetics and not the bullshit the pharma and the doctors wanted to feed then to keep that Macho Alpha thing going around.
It was a revelation to him when Bunny started to break Alpha Rule after Alpha Rule just to make him comfortable. Especially during his first month after Shun was born. Bunny did a lot for Shun during that time: changing soiled nappies, pumping milk from Rin's swollen chest to feed their child. Bunny took the mornings with Shun and Rin the afternoon and the evening. And his Alpha took the weekends as well: if Shun cried for milk at 3 in the morning, Bunny was up and about ready to feed their son. Because...
He will grow up fast and then, he wouldn't need more milk or nappy change or for me to lift him from his armpits. And I don’t want to miss that just because society says I should. I want to hold my baby, feed him his bottles, lull him to sleep, hold you and be a family. Please, don't think less of me, Rin. You both will never desire for anything. Just... let me be a father for my son.
And Rin caved and thanked God for it, for him. For his Alpha and for his baby. For getting them both.
Shun bounced on his knees with the stamina only two years old boys can possess and pointed to the TV.
"Papa." He said, climbing down from Rin's body and settling on the plushy rug. "Te amo." And Rin watched his son extending his little fingers towards the TV. "Amo, papa."
Rin’s heart broke and was put together in that simple act, it healed something he didn't even knew was hurting inside his heart still.
"Papá loves you too, Shunny." He said, carding a hand through his son's soft hair. "And so do I."
And then, his baby's attention was stolen by the puzzle with bright colors. Those teal eyes observing the best way to do this, efficiently, maybe. Rin wasn't sure just yet. Their baby was very peculiar about certain things.
Rin only prayed for him not to inherit any of the mental illnesses going around his family. Because he still remembered. He and Sae... they both needed therapy. Well, Rin did his therapy back when he was pregnant with Shun. Because he wanted to be better, to end that cycle of kids being raised by the TV, then teachers and the nannies.
And he felt... better.
When Bunny declared, “The child you saw me with is my son, Shun,” the boy’s head snapped toward the screen. He recognized the suit, the dark hair, the powerful presence...
“Papa!” Shun shouted, his voice ringing with innocent joy, pointing one chubby finger at the TV. He grabbed Rin’s face, pulling his head down. “Papa talking!”
Rin swallowed, running a soothing hand over the back of Shun’s head, trying to remain a calm, scented presence for the boy.
Then, Bunny delivered the second revelation, the name drop: “The man you saw is Itoshi Rin.”
Rin felt a strange, cold rush—a blend of terror and relief. His name, spoken so plainly, so proudly, had been a deeply held secret for years. Now, it was echoing across continents.
Finally, Bunny looked directly into the camera, his gaze traveling past the lenses and straight into the study, straight to Rin.
“I am deeply in love with Rin, and he is the strength that allows me to stand here today.”
At that moment, the intensity of Bunny's Alpha energy, even through the screen, felt tangible—it was pure, unfiltered devotion.
Shun clapped his hands excitedly, mishearing the rush of names and designations. He pointed at Bunny on the screen, his face alight with adoration.
“Papa! Mega Mama!” Shun chirped, using his sweet toddler-speak, combining the words he used for his fathers. In his small, simple world, the two greatest people were right there, and one was on TV.
Rin stared down at Shun, the innocent, loving mispronunciation breaking the dam of his reserve. His shoulders finally slumped, releasing the tension he had carried for days. The sharp scent of his Omega designation softened entirely, becoming sweet and comforting—a visible sign of his profound relief and acceptance.
Bunny hadn’t just told the truth; he had defended Rin’s honor, his autonomy, and their partnership in front of the entire, judgmental world. Rin reached out, gently pressing a kiss to Shun’s soft, fragrant hair.
“Yes, Shun,” Rin whispered, his voice thick with emotion, the word catching in his throat. He looked back at the screen, where Bunny was walking off, leaving a stunned silence in his wake. “That’s your Papa. And he just told the world he loves us.”
The screen cut to the chaotic reaction of the reporters, but Rin was no longer paying attention to the noise. His eyes were only for the small, happy boy a few paces away from.his lap. The battle was won not on the pitch, but here, in the quiet study, where their little family was safe and acknowledged.
His phone chirped, that ringtone that was designed only for Bunny and Rin smiled.
Beloved Alpha - 14:33
Can I misbehave, Omega?
Rin - 14:33
Explain...
Beloved Alpha - 14:34
A few pictures.
Not Shun’s face though. He remains anon.
Imagine the kind of PR we would have to do if the world were to fall in love with his pretty eyes 🫣
And I would be very mad at other people for looking at them.
Rin - 14:36
You remember I'm an ex-player, right?
Beloved Alpha - 14:37
Yes. But they look at you with respect.
You can torch them with a glare.
The only thing Shun might do is smile at them and make them melt.
PR nightmare.
Or some nasty people might look at those eyes with sexual thoughts.
Rin - 14:40
You know Sae has the same eyes as me, right?
There's that degenerate demon looking at a set of eyes like mine.
Beloved Alpha - 14:42
He is not your type and Shun isn't his type.
Besides... Ewwwk.
What kind of thoughts are those, mi amor?
Rin - 14:44
Dunno, Iglesias.
U started.
:p
Shun took the phone and pressed the button to record himself.
Shun’s voice note: "Amo, papá." [Love you, Papa.]
Beloved Alpha sent a voice note: "También te amo un mundo, mi solecito. Cuida a mamá por mi hasta que esté en casa, si? [I love you too a whole world, my sunshine. Take care of Mama until I'm home, yes?]
Rin - 14:47
I'm gonna show you who needs caring when you back home.
Beloved Alpha - 14:50
So, can I misbehave? 🥰
Rin - 14:51
Fine.
Bring pizza in your way home. To celebrate with Shun
Beloved Alpha - 14:53
🫡🤤🥳
Rin - 14:54
And a packet of condoms for after party
Beloved Alpha - 14:54
😃😍😘
Bunny didn't wait for the PR fallout or for people to give money to platforms by watching the interview. He was going to cut that circus now. The moment he stepped away from the hallway and into the privacy of the executive room, he pulled out his phone. He bypassed the frantic calls from his manager and went straight to his personal, verified social media accounts.
He was done with secrets. The world demanded to know the truth, and he was going to deliver it—not through sanitized press releases, but through pure, raw moments of their life together.
He posted a simple text caption first for the cover of the first card Rin send to him. The Kanjis adorning the cover were golden against a soft, pale background and a few cherry blossoms in one corner. Words were handwritten and in english: "For a loved one you cannot hold yet."
Bunny Iglesias: The medal I always dreamt to achieve: a family of my own.
Then, he began posting the photos and video, each one carefully curated to show the journey he and Rin had taken.
The first photo was slightly grainy, taken with a phone camera, but the raw joy was unmistakable. Bunny still remembered traveling to Rumania to have a get away weekend with Rin. Back when Rin stated that he was cold, that his soul was dying because he was unable to feel something. The hatred for Sae vanished along with the desire to be recognized by the other. The hatred for Isagi as well.
And Rin was left empty inside.
I'm tired, Bunny. I handed my resignation letter to PXG. I will win Champions League for them and I will be done with football.
Bunny knew better. Rin wasn't tired. He was hurt and sick of being hurt. So, he nodded and promised to be there with Rin for that weekend.
Maybe, you will feel something if we do something different. That has been Bunny's idea back then.
Bunny lined up the picture and decided for a caption.
• Image: Rin, mid-gasp, standing on a rainy, empty public pitch late at night. He was wearing an oversized hoodie, his face serious, but his expressions showing confussion. Bunny, on one knee, was holding up a simple, sturdy ring—not flashy, but practical and made to last. The air around them was thick with their mingled scents, captured in the intensity of the moment.
• Caption: Our first field. Not a stadium, just the place we trained until the lights went out. The only person I wanted to win with, forever. #ItoshiRin #FromTheBeginningUntilNow
He waited a moment to select the next one. This was a photo from much later, taken in a sun-drenched, private courtyard, showing the domestic reality they guarded so fiercely. A slice of their the family they built together.
• Image: Rin, several months pregnant, his usually taut, athletic frame rounded by Shun. He was asleep on a deck chair, a book tented over his chest, a look of profound, exhausted peace on his features and a small part of his sweater ridding up. Bunny’s hand was resting gently on Rin’s stomach, his wedding band visible, the clear protective love in the gesture speaking volumes. The print of a small football against the stretched skin of his lover, close to where his hand was pressing.
• Caption: The hardest match Rin ever fought. Protecting and growing our little baby. Never more beautiful, never more incredible. My strength. #OmegaBravery
Bunny still remembered that moment... after the picture he was rubbing against Rin's baby bump. And then he felt it. A small something pressing against his hand. Something small that was seeking him, something small that might love him. This baby might love him if Bunny loves him first.
And he did.
Their baby was so loved since the moment they both learned about him. Shun was still the size od a peanut, but he was loved. By Bunny. By Rin. And by the people that learned later that they were having a baby.
So, he decided to show that as well. In a third post that came in the form of a video. This was the final post, and it instantly went viral, hitting millions of views within minutes. It was the only glimpse the public had ever had of their son.
• Video Description: The camera was shaky, held by a laughing Bunny. The scene was their living room floor. The camera focusing on the back of his baby and Rin's face.
"If he choses Magicarp we are in troubles." Bunny said in a laugh. Magicarp, Chikorita and Charmander lined up in front of their baby.
"He has good taste." Rin said. "Right, saiai?" Rin said softly, a soft curve on his lips. Small. Barely there. Existing for their son.
Suddenly Shun stopped crawling. He just sat there, looking at the plushies.
"Demera is so sure he is gonna be a Chikorita fan." Bunny said.
"Really? Demera likes Chikorita?" Rin asked and then looked at the camera in Bunny's phone. "Demera, come dine with us on Sunday. I have an original Chikorita card from the 90's anime if you wanna see it."
"What's the hype with that Pokémon? It looks like grass... if grass could walk." He carded a hand through Shun’s head, extracting a happy chirping sound from his son.
"Because Chikorita is tiny, pretty and though." Rin said with the happiness of a kid.
"Nice." Bunny said, not getting it yet. "Shunny." He called for his son. "You need to pick one, buddy."
Shun cocked his head slightly towards his Alpha, but his attention was on Rin and then... then he was putting his weight on his hands, slowly getting up, until he was up, struggling to keep himself upright. His tiny, pale hair was a bright beacon. His diapered butt was stark white against the dark red of his oversized t-shirt as he managed to stabilize himself. Shun stood wobbly for a second, then his face, out of view, turned toward Rin.
"Mama! Mamá!" Shun called to his mama as he took three brave, unsteady steps toward Rin, who let out a sharp, joyous sound.
Bunny voice choked with emotion "Yes! Go on, mi campeón!" Those chubby legs carried his small baby towards his waiting Mama, and Bunny's heart with him.
The video ended just as Shun collapsed into Rin’s waiting arms.
• Caption: The first goal is always the sweetest. Walking straight to his Mama. #FamilyFirst #IglesiasItoshi
The reaction was immediate and overwhelming. The media had wanted scandal; Bunny gave them sincerity. The Alpha athlete had shared a universal story of commitment, protection, and love for his Omega partner and son.
Back in the study, Rin’s phone was buzzing relentlessly. He didn't need to look to know what Bunny had done. His heart swelled with an overwhelming mix of pride and fierce adoration for his dramatic, protective Alpha.
Bunny couldn't wait to be home with his family.
The door to the study creaked open quietly. Bunny walked in, shedding the heavy weight of the world he’d just faced. The polished veneer of the superstar Alpha had vanished, replaced by a man running on adrenaline, exhaustion, and the profound relief of having nothing left to hide.
He saw his world immediately: Rin, seated on the floor amidst a scattering of blocks, his dark hair shining in the lamplight. Shun was already asleep in Rin's lap, a small, warm weight cocooned by his Omega's presence.
Bunny stopped just inside the doorway. He didn't want to break the quiet sanctity of the room with his presence, still faintly carrying the harsh, coppery scent of the press conference and his own spent stress.
Rin, however, felt his entrance instantly. His Omega scent, which had been soft and sweet, now reached out, a gentle, fragrant invitation. He looked up, his expression melting from quiet focus into something deeply warm and vulnerable.
"You're an idiot," Rin murmured, but the words were completely devoid of malice. They were spoken with a quiet, overwhelming love.
Bunny let out a long, shaky laugh and crossed the room, dropping to his knees beside the couch. He reached out, not for Rin, but for Shun, gently stroking the soft curve of the child's cheek.
"I had to be loud," Bunny whispered, his voice hoarse. "I had to be undeniable. They were going to try and frame it as a mistake, as a dirty secret. I gave them the love story instead. The one that is ours."
Rin carefully shifted Shun, settling the boy deeper into the crook of his lap, and then finally reached for Bunny, pulling his Alpha close. He buried his face in the juncture of Bunny's neck and shoulder, taking a deep, fortifying breath of his strong, familiar scent—the scent of burning smoke and home.
"You risked everything," Rin said, the words muffled against Bunny's skin.
"I secured everything," Bunny countered, his arms closing around Rin and Shun. He held them both tightly, the contact grounding him instantly. "They have nothing to hold over us now. We are who we are. Alpha and Omega. Parents."
Rin leaned back slightly, his eyes holding an intense, brilliant sparkle. He reached up, gently touching Bunny’s jaw.
"The video," Rin said, a hint of his familiar sardonic smirk returning. "You posted the video of his bare butt. You are impossible, Iglesias."
Bunny laughed softly, a genuine sound of relief that chased away the last fragments of tension. "It was the best take! He runs straight to his 'Mamá.' And his butt wasn't bare. It was covered ny diaper." The striker said and Rin sighed.
"See? Impossible." Rin said, but didn't move, his scent still the same like rain on mint leaves and cinnamon. Happiness.
"You are his whole world, Rin. I wanted them to see that." He whispered, careful to not awake their slumbering child.
He leaned in, inhaling the peaceful blend of clean baby scent and Rin’s calming Omega pheromones. He pressed his forehead against Rin’s, their scents mixing fully in the confined space, a silent, profound claiming. Shun took a deep breath and exhale, a happy sound leaving his mouth, his sulking reflex working on air for a moment before he settle again.
"Thank you," Rin whispered, the words meaning: Thank you for protecting me, thank you for choosing us, thank you for loving me.
"Always," Bunny vowed, sealing the promise with a long, tender kiss—one that was private, devoted, and more precious than any goal he had scored. The world was now roaring outside, but in this quiet study, with Shun sleeping safely between them, they were utterly, beautifully at peace.
The pizza went cold on the dinning table.
ADDITIONAL TIME
Kissing Rin felt like coming home after a long day spent waiting in desperate need. With their baby peacefully asleep in the nursery, Bunny was finally free to devote his time and love entirely to his beloved Omega. He kissed Rin deeply, unhurriedly, lifting the Japanese striker and gently depositing him onto their marital bed.
A momentary separation occurred, but Rin grew impatient, demanding to be kissed again, a playful pout firmly set on those cherry-rose lips. And Bunny obliged, because his King was asking him to. He did so gladly.
With reverence, he bared his Omega from the garments of the day and looked upon the sacred temple he loved so much: pale and beautiful, adorned by stretch marks across the middle. These marks were proof of Rin's profound softness, evidence of his ability to grow and protect their unborn child. For most, they might be considered blemishes; for Bunny, they were a beacon of power.
He loved those marks more than the ones he had left on Rin's neck when he bit him to claim him. He leaned in and kissed that marked belly—scars that were utterly different from his own. His were born of the hate and aggression of the world, but Rin's were born out of the most singular love. That love was currently burning fiercely between them, hot and earth-shattering, the same nurturing love now sleeping safely in a crib, guarded by a teddy bear and a baby monitor.
He tasted the sweet salty of his lover skin and rejoiced on it.
"I love you so much, Rin," Bunny whispered, stopping his ministrations to look up into those beautiful teal eyes. "You make me happy."
Rin smiled down at him, his gaze tender, like a lonely god finally allowing himself to feel something profound for a mortal human. He cupped Bunny's cheek with deep tenderness and whispered the words that made his Alpha heart race:
"Ai shi teru, Iguresiasu Bani." That perfect sentence in flawless Japanese made Bunny's body burn with fire. "Now kiss me, my love."
He did. He kissed Rin until they both were divested of their clothes, covered only in a burning love. Their bodies collided and united as one, like two stars melding to form something entirely new and beautiful. In a swift movement, he turned them so Rin could be on top of him.
And those teal eyes burnt with unadulterated fire.
"Take your pleasure from my body, Omega." He rasped in a lust-drunk phrase.
And Rin did. He grasped Bunny's manhood in his hands and guide him to a sacred place, a right earned by true love and dedication.
"Feels so good, Alpha." That phrase... Bunny's heart trembled for a second.
He made a home for himself inside the tender, warm temple of Rin's body, moving with him at the rhythm of a symphony created by pure desire and commitment. Their lips met and parted, their bodies moved together, their hands clasped tightly.
It was soft, it was tender and utterly theirs. This was it. This was so different from one night stands, from fucking for fun. This was better: this was love making and getting high on it. This was it for him: because he loved the way Rin made love to him. Because he liked to have Rin atop his body, taking his pleasure from Bunny without shame or fear.
God, he loved this. Loved to know that Rin was going to wake up with him in the morning, loved to know that even if he was wearing a condom now, maybe not in the future. Loved to know that Rin wanted him like this: with scares and long silences.
"I'm so close, mi amor." Rin mixing their languages was hot, like the sun.
Finally, Rin arched his neck, exposing his mating gland.
"Correte para mí, mi cielo." He whispered, gaze on Rin's closing eyes.
Bunny brought his face up, searching for that place and then, he brought his mouth down, breaking the skin with a gentle bite, effectively sewing their hearts together once more. The scent that struck him was sweet, rich cinnamon and cool mint—a potent combination that made his head spin.
He gave up the last of his control, the rhythm he had maintained with his hips, meeting Rin in every bounce... He let all go completely. He trembled in Rin's arms, hugging the Omega close as the climax broke over them—earth-shattering and all-encompassing, stealing his breath away and simultaneously filling his lungs with new air.
When he came back to his senses, Rin was already resting atop of him, those teal eyes quietly searching inside his own soul. Bunny sighed contently and wrapped his arms around his lover's warm body.
"See something you like?" he asked softly.
"Let's have another kid," Rin said out of the blue, sending Bunny's heart into cardiac arrest with hope and wonderment.
"Really?" Bunny gasped, the air punched from his lips. "You want to bear another baby from my seeds?"
Rin rolled his eyes, a familiar, fond gesture. "You are so stupid," the Omega said softly. "I love you. And there's nothing wrong with you. I would like another baby. From you. With your curls and your smile." He paused, still hosting his Alpha's knot deep inside his body. Bunny nearly came again after that sentence. "A princess this time, maybe."
Bunny nodded, burying his face in Rin's dark hair. "I think healthy will be good for me." He stated, hiding a stray tear against Rin's head. "I want them babies as long as they are with you."
He kissed Rin's hand one last time and closed his eyes, sure that his whole world was still spinning and bursting with love.