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October collection of drabbles and short stories

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It was near midnight, and Pick was still awake thinking about the tiny omega lying in his bed. It was already a week he found the young boy, and he couldn't shake off the feeling that rose inside his chest every time he looked at him. Rome's wound almost healed, and it meant he would leave. Pick rolled over on the sofa he was lying on, trying to fall asleep. Closing his eyes once more, he waited for the sleep to come. He groaned in annoyance, standing up from the couch to get a glass of water. 

He didn't know what got into him that he stopped in front of his bedroom, peaking inside through the half-opened door. The moon was shining brightly outside, illuminating the sleeping omega's face. The corners of his lips rose in a small smile. He seems to do it quite often these days. He was about to walk back when the boy stirred, and his big doe eyes opened. 

"P'Pick?" Rome mumbled, still half asleep. 

"Sleep, Rome," Pick whispered, ready to step out. 

"Can you?" The omega paused. 

"What?" 

"Can you sleep here with me? I feel lonely." The small boy asked, looking away shyly. Pick stood frozen in the doorway, not knowing what to do. Part of him wanted to jump in the bed with the cutest creature he ever saw, but his other half was stopping him. 

"Please." Rome pleaded as his cheeks developed slight blush. Pick find himself nodding, walking over the bed, lifting the duvet and lying beside the omega. Rome didn't hesitate to slide closer to him, wrapping his tiny arms around Pick's torso and using it as a pillow. Pick carefully wrapped his hands around the younger, hoping Rome wouldn't mind. He sighs in delight. 

He closed his eyes when the sudden realization hit him.