Page 2 of Nanny Omega

At just three months old, Mika already bore Mason’s likeness—the same piercing eyes, the delicate but determined set of his brow. Though his hair remained a shade of Ersa’s blond and his nose was still small and soft, time would likely reshape him. His hair might darken, his features sharpen.

Ersa didn’t mind. If anything, seeing Mason reflected in Mika only deepened his love for the cub.

When Mika finally released him, Ersa propped him against his shoulder, resuming his gentle strokes. A deep, rolling burp erupted from Mika’s tiny body, vibrating through Ersa’s chest.

“Good boy,” he murmured with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to the cub’s downy head. “Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for the day. Maybe you, Dad, and I can go out for my birthday. Just the three of us.”

“We could, but I have plans.”

Ersa’s head snapped up. Mason leaned against the doorframe, sleep pants slung low on his hips.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“I couldn’t.” Mason stepped forward, lifting Mika from Ersa’s arms. “You should get ready. Jun’s downstairs.”

“Jun? Why?”

Mason shrugged. “Apparently, he’s taking you out for your birthday. He asked me to take care of Mika for a while.”

As if on cue, Jun’s voice boomed through the unit.

“Better go before he drags you out in your sleep clothes,” Mason warned, smirking.

Ersa groaned. Jun absolutely would. They’d known each other since childhood, back when he was a whirlwind of trouble—a loud, reckless menace with a crooked smile and too much energy for one body. Growing up hadn’t changed him; Jun still did whatever he wanted.

Ugh! Ersa turned on his heels and stormed out of the nursery. The floorboards groaned under each hurried step as he dashed down the narrow hallway. He gripped the railing at the end and leaned over, eyes locking onto Jun, who stood dead center in the open-plan living space below, like he owned the place.

“Happy birthday, darling!” Jun said. “Are you ready to—”

A sharp gasp cut him off. Jun clutched his chest like he’d been personally offended, his eyes sweeping over Ersa in exaggerated horror.

Ersa rolled his eyes, arms crossing over his chest as his lips twitched.Here we go.

“You’re not going out like that, are you?” Jun demanded, tone laced with pure disbelief.

“Of course not. I’m not going anywhere,” Ersa shot back, deadpan.

“Yes, you are.”

Ersa sighed. “It’s too early for your drama. Why did you come unannounced? I have plans.”

“What plans?” Jun’s brow lifted.

“I, uh…” Ersa bit the inside of his cheek, searching for an answer. He had no plans—just caring for Mika and Mason, maybe going out later to celebrate his birthday.

“As always, you’re putting yourself last.”

“No, I…”

Jun’s mocking laughter rang through the open space, bouncing off the walls and curling up to the second floor, where Ersa stood, before he said, “Don’t even try. I know you.”

Ersa shot Jun a glare, but it only made the omega laugh harder.

Eventually, the laughter faded into a soft smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh,” Jun said, gliding up the stairs in a flurry of black silks, his long hair billowing like a shimmering white cloud.

At the top, he pulled Ersa into a warm embrace, his scent sweet and soothing as it wrapped around him.

“Go get ready. Today is your day, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you enjoy it and not spend the day taking care of everyone else.”

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