Morning in the palace was no longer peaceful.
"Waaah—!"
Oliver's cry echoed through the room.
Theo opened one eye slowly. "…Why is he awake already?"
Charles, still half asleep, reached for the baby. "He's hungry…"
Oliver kicked his tiny legs angrily.
Yes. Feed me immediately. I am the heir.
Theo sat up, hair messy. "Give him to me."
Charles raised an eyebrow. "You said that yesterday and he cried louder."
"…This time will be different."
It was not.
The moment Theo held him, Oliver's face scrunched.
"WAAAH!"
Theo froze. "…He rejects me."
Charles tried not to laugh. "He's just used to me."
Theo narrowed his eyes. "I am also his father."
Charles took Oliver gently, rocking him.
Immediately—
Oliver stopped crying.
Theo stared. "…Traitor."
Charles laughed softly. "He just likes warmth."
Theo crossed his arms, clearly offended.
Oliver blinked at Theo, then stretched his tiny hand.
"…He's calling me," Theo said quickly.
Charles handed him over.
Oliver grabbed Theo's collar—and drooled.
Silence.
Charles burst out laughing. "He claimed you."
Theo sighed but didn't move. "…Acceptable."
---
Later that day, the palace staff gathered nearby.
"Can we hold him?" one maid whispered.
"He smiled at me yesterday," a guard added proudly.
Oliver sat in Charles's arms, blinking at everyone.
So many servants… good. Loyal subjects.
Theo watched the crowd. "…You're all spoiling him."
Oliver suddenly giggled.
Everyone froze.
"…He laughed!"
"He laughed at me!"
"No, at me!"
Theo rubbed his temple. "He's already controlling the palace."
Charles smiled. "He's just adorable."
Oliver reached toward the guards.
A huge soldier carefully took him, hands trembling.
"He's… so small," he whispered.
Oliver grabbed the man's finger.
The guard looked like he might cry.
Theo muttered, "…The army has fallen."
---
Weeks passed.
Oliver began crawling.
Which meant—
Chaos.
Theo walked into the room and stopped.
"…Why is he under my desk?"
Oliver peeked out, proud.
New territory secured.
Charles laughed. "He's exploring."
Oliver crawled fast—straight into Theo's legs.
Theo picked him up automatically.
Oliver leaned against his chest comfortably.
Theo blinked.
"…He chose me."
Charles smiled. "He always does."
Theo softened, holding him closer. 💙
---
Time moved quietly.
And then—
One year later.
The palace garden was bright with sunlight.
A small figure wobbled forward.
"Careful," Charles said softly.
Oliver took another step.
Theo stood nearby, ready to catch him.
Step.
Step.
Oliver stumbled—
Theo caught him instantly.
"…Good," Theo whispered.
Oliver looked between them and smiled.
"Pa…"
Both men froze.
Charles leaned forward. "He said Pa."
Theo shook his head. "He meant me."
"No, me."
Oliver clapped happily, enjoying the attention.
Yes. Compete for me.
He reached both arms up.
They lifted him together.
In that moment—
A gentle breeze passed.
Oliver's eyes shimmered faintly for a second.
Neither father noticed.
But something unseen stirred.
A tiny omega.
Beloved by everyone.
Protected by two fathers.
And slowly—
Growing into something extraordinary. ✨