Page 69 of Let It Snow (Eden’s Omegaverse #7)

"You know perfectly well that’s not how my gift works, Summer. I don’t see exact sentences or words. What I see are bigger, more significant events in my life, expressed as energetic information."

I bite down on my lip, remembering that brief flash I once caught when I absorbed his essence, that glimpse of an alternate reality. I could never interpret it, but Snow has had thirty years to learn how to read things like that.

So I take a deep breath.

"I want to breastfeed our children. Even if I couldn’t give them a full supply, even if it was just a little, I’d want to try."

Snow looks at me, his eyes holding an ocean of gentleness. "Maybe I should invite my uncle, Dr. Nolan-Carter? I don’t know if you realize, but he’s an obstetrician. He could give you some advice, prescribe hormones…"

My brows shoot up. "Wait, that’s it? You’re not going to react to this in any other way?"

Snow laughs softly.

"And how else should I react, Summer? Other than with joy, and with support for what you want? It’s beautiful… what you want to offer to these children, even though they’re not your blood. It’s a piece of yourself, of your body. Your… love." His words trail off and his gaze drifts to my chest.

I raise my eyebrows questioningly as his gaze lingers on my nipples, clearly visible beneath my thin shirt.

"And… I’m more than willing to help stimulate your glands to get them working."

A hot blush spreads across my cheeks. "Wait, uh… what do you mean?"

"Didn’t you hear about it? I read somewhere that regular sucking can help stimulate them. The doctor would probably prescribe hormones to simulate pregnancy, something to increase the chance of lactation, but physical stimulation definitely wouldn’t hurt."

He read about it? Seriously? Since when does a composer read about lactation?

The level of pro vocabulary Snow used makes me almost certain that…

one way or another, he’s seen it in the future.

And I guess it’s a good thing if it’s already taken a tangible shape in his visions, because that means this whole endeavor might actually work out.

But I don’t plan to dwell on it. I plan to go through it normally, step by step.

Snow leans in a little, his lips brushing over my hard nipple as he lightly pinches the other one. "I offer myself as a lactation servant," he murmurs.

I swear my cheeks are about to explode with crimson. It sounds so embarrassing, and yet at the same time it… does something to me, excites me.

"You’d do that for me? You’d help me with—"

"Summer…" He kind of rolls his eyes, which is a rare grimace for Snow. "Do you even have to ask? I’d do anything for you."

"So would I," I answer with sudden seriousness.

Well, in another reality, I was ready to destroy the world for him. "You have no idea what I’d do for you…" I whisper, my voice fading, melting into shy silence as Snow watches me closely.

His fingers trace lightly across my chest, up to my collarbone, then brush against my neck gland.

"Sooo… You’d really do anything for me?"

I catch the faint curve of his lips and already know he’s about to twist it into some kind of joke.

"Try me," I murmur, leaning in slightly, breathing in his heather scent.

"For example… a blowjob. With swallowing."

I burst out laughing because I just can’t help it.

"Sure, I can get right on that, though it might require dislocating my jaw."

Snow presses his lips together, clearly fighting a matching burst of laughter, then suddenly murmurs,

"But maybe we should warm things up first, with a little starter session involving your mammary glands. First round of stimulation, then we’ll see where it goes from there."

We stare at each other, the air between us shimmering with a pink-tinted silence. Funny, sometimes I swear I can actually see synesthetic traces, subtle ripples of color in the surrounding air, and right now they look very… excited.

Then Snow’s gaze drifts down to my neck, then to my chest, and one of his fingers grazes the tip of my nipple again.

"So. What do you say, Summer?" he murmurs.

I bite my lips, but my hands already move on their own. I start unbuttoning my shirt while Snow shifts to rest his head against my forearm, as if he wants to be cradled in my arms.

His beautifully shaped, sensual lips close around my sensitive nipple, and the jolt that shoots through me is anything but appropriate.

Yeah…

I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a deep breath as he starts to suckle. The coming months are going to be very interesting…

◆◆◆

The following week, we actually do invite Dr. Carter-Nolan.

He shows a surprising amount of enthusiasm and positivity toward my decision.

He warns me about the consequences, that I’ll need to take hormone doses to stimulate the glands, but he says induced lactation has a high success rate.

Even if it doesn’t always reach full supply, there is milk flow, and the experience itself, even with just a moderate amount, creates a stronger bond between parents and children, especially with newborns who are adopted.

The very next day, Snow returns from the pharmacy with a package of hormones for me, and I begin the process.

It doesn’t turn out to be as easy as I thought.

My body really seems to believe it’s pregnant, and I experience symptoms I never expected: heightened nipple sensitivity, increased sleepiness, a surge of appetite, a constant feeling of fullness, and even water retention.

But through all of it, Snow is right there with me, supporting me at every step. I also find encouragement in Lake, who reacts warmly to my plan. He breastfed all of his sons until the age of two, and is genuinely happy about my decision.

There’s also another change.

One evening, while Snow plays his piano with intense focus, I sit on the bed and start building my ‘perfect’ nest. I’m done with the temporary ones that fall apart after every session of our passionate sex.

This time, I want to do a proper job. My readiness has grown with each passing day until I’ve reached this point. My hands work skillfully, my wrist glands producing a scent that saturates every layer.

Within a few hours, during which, interestingly, Snow doesn’t check the bedroom, giving me complete privacy, I finish the nest.

It’s made almost halfway out of Snow’s clothes. Yes, I raided a large part of his wardrobe, but I’m not going to justify it, and he… well, when he finally enters the room, summoned by my AO call, he finds me naked in the middle of the nest.

His eyes roam over it, recognizing his hoodies, sweaters, sweatshirts, pants, and even underwear. Yeah, I went all in.

A broad smile lights up his face, and I take the perfect ‘omega presenting’ position on my elbows and knees. I push my ass high, and Snow nods in approval.

"This bed holds nothing but perfection. The nest, you, and that tempting little hole of yours."

"We’ll only know for sure with a direct test… you need to see firsthand if the nest can hold and if my ass performs as well as it should."

"I have no doubts about that," Snow murmurs, then, with an AO rumble, jumps onto the bed with his full weight. Yup, the nest survives. So do I.

Absolutely satisfied on top of that.

About three weeks later, a few tiny drops of milk finally bead on my nipples. For me, it feels like a huge victory. And Snow… is their very first taster. The whole process of gland stimulation ends up drawing us even closer together, strengthening our Bond.

Quietly, I begin to dream of being able to say out loud how I feel about him… effortlessly, of having the words flow out of me whenever I want, unforced, natural, and easy.

One day, I finally make that first move.

We make love. Snow moves slowly inside me, his face above mine, his violet eyes glowing like little stars. I regularly ask him to share his gift with me, and I watch as beautiful waves of color and light bloom in the air around us, like translucent flowers spreading across the space.

Happiness floods me, and then I simply whisper, "I love you."

Snow smiles and answers, as naturally as breathing, "I love you too, Summer."

And just like that, something new starts between us.

◆◆◆

Life with Snow is sweet, unproblematic, easy.

It’s also full of intimacy.

We wake up together and start the day with a morning quickie, a little good-luck charm for the hours ahead. Then we make breakfast side by side, joking, teasing, moving seamlessly between laughter and the peaceful comfort of just being together.

Sometimes I play with him, pulling off little pieces of toast and letting them float through the air toward him, drifting lazily around his head.

He’s surprisingly good at catching them.

Every so often I lift the juice from his glass and shape it into a wavy, snake-like ribbon in the air, so he can sip from it whenever he wants.

Sometimes he jokes that he feels like an astronaut in space with all the floating bits of food, and I can see it genuinely amuses him.

He likes to say: "With you, Summer, life is never boring."

After breakfast, we go swimming at the pool. Snow pushes himself for a full hour, while I stick to half that, enjoying my lazy breaststroke. Then, he settles at the piano in our small living room—yes, it fits there perfectly—and works on a piece for a new epic fantasy video game.

Meanwhile, I sit at my laptop and write short stories about half-aliens falling in love with humans, which has somehow become my thing. Wonder why!

I’ve built a decent following, posting new mini-chapters every few days. Lots of smut. People love it.