The room no longer felt formal. The air buzzed softly with a strange mix of awe, excitement, and… something warmer—something like home. Four adults circled the bed, leaning closer, their voices soft, tentative, filled with emotion.
And in the middle of it all, Oliver lay curled in Charles's arms, small, fragile, and yet… utterly in control.
Okay, Oliver thought, tiny brows furrowed in concentration. Four adults. Two alpha, two omega. Emotional weaknesses identified. Cutest strategy activated.
He kicked his little legs just enough to make a soft squeak. It was the tiniest sound—but immediately, all eyes turned to him. Mission accomplished.
Theo's alpha father, tall and imposing even in age, leaned in, trying to project authority. But Oliver stared straight up at him with wide, innocent eyes, head tilting slightly.
Step one: neutralize alpha dominance. Check.
The older omega on Theo's side leaned forward cautiously, voice soft. "He's… so small…"
Oliver yawned deliberately, stretching his tiny arms. The omega's lips twitched, eyes glistening. He didn't know it, but Oliver had him in the palm of his hand.
Step two: emotional leverage. Hug acquisition: imminent.
Charles's parents weren't immune either. His omega father sniffled, voice trembling slightly, while his alpha father smiled warmly, unsure whether to laugh, coo, or simply stare. Oliver's tiny hand reached for Charles's chin, tugging gently. The alpha chuckled despite himself.
Step three: passive dominance. Hearts fully compromised.
Oliver wriggled again, his little pout perfectly timed. Suddenly, all four grandparents were leaning in, whispering, touching, smiling. The room was alive with warmth and affection.
Charles leaned close to Theo. "He's… he's already managing them."
Theo exhaled sharply. "…My child is terrifying," he muttered.
Oliver blinked up innocently, completely unaware of the power he wielded. In his little mind, it was simple: Smile. Stretch. Grab. Win.
He shifted slightly, curling against Charles's chest, letting his tiny arms flail just enough to elicit soft laughter. Theo's omega parent sniffled, holding him closer. "He's… so clever," he whispered, voice thick with emotion.
Oliver's tiny fingers wrapped around Charles's hand. He yawned again, stretching in a way that made all four adults pause, mesmerized. Step four: emotional overload. Everyone helpless. Mission: complete.
Charles smiled, brushing a strand of hair from Oliver's face. "And he knows exactly what he's doing."
Theo sighed quietly, a mixture of awe and exasperation. "He's… incredible."
Oliver's eyelids drooped as he relaxed, content. The four grandparents hovered near him, utterly captivated by his smallest gestures, and he felt… triumphant. Not in a boastful way—he was too tiny for that—but in the quiet, satisfied way of a CEO surveying a room of employees who were already devoted.
Quarterly report: Emotional dominance achieved. Nap efficiency: optimal. Hearts: mine.
And in his little mind, a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk appeared. This was only the beginning.
Oliver, the tiniest CEO of all, had already begun running his family… one cuddle at a time.
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