Andrew, rolling over in bed with his blanket wrapped around him like a fortress.
"Ugh… what now?"
His eyes blinked open, still half-clouded with sleep and the aftermath of last night's chaos. Tina's voice floated from the doorway, bright and breezy as ever.
"Andrew! Guess what?"
"We're not getting engaged anymore?, cause anything else won't surprise me."
"My parents are coming."
Andrew shot up from the bed, practically springing like a startled cat.
"Wait… what?! Why?!"
"Thought you said you wouldn't be surprised by anything."
She grinned and Andrew glared at her.
"Well,since Elijah left with his grandpa and I literally can't cook."
"Get to the point."
Tina sighed.
"I'm trying...Elijah's grandpa had filled the refrigerator with neat containers—lasagna, roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, even a pot of hearty beef stew. Simple, comforting meals that could be reheated whenever needed so my parents wanted to bring some over since I can't cook."
Andrew muttered something under his breath, though it was hard to tell if it was a curse, a whine, or both. He pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders.
"Why… why now? Couldn't they have, like… waited a few… hours… days… decades?!"
"Well probably not and I wouldn't like that either."
Andrew sighed.
"Umm...want ice cream for breakfast?"
Tina asked trying to ease the atmosphere in her own weird way.
"That's right, breakfast...what do we cook?what do rich people eat?can I cook it?will they like it?"
"How about spaghetti? My parents love spaghetti, I love spaghetti, Everyone loves spaghetti."
Andrew glared at her.
"I'm just... I'm gonna go eat my ice cream... Bye."
She ran out of the room.
"~she keeps getting weirder every single day. What do we do...wait,why am I acting like a rejected daughter-in-law? I mean we didn't even like meet in the library and fell in love shit,hold on...if they don't like me then that means I can stop the engagement woah...actually no,her mom is friends with my dad, he'll know I did it on purpose but what if I didn't... ~"
He smirked then went downstairs to the living room. Neko Neko squeaked indignantly from the armchair, hopping onto Andrew's lap and pressing against him. Tiny claws kneaded gently at Andrew's shirt as if to say, 'Survive, omega. You have my judgmental support'. Andrew flinched slightly but couldn't help the small smile creeping onto his lips.
"Even the koala thinks I'm doomed…"
Tina laughed softly.
"Or… thinks you're cute like this. Either way… alpha chaos care is in effect."
Andrew groaned dramatically.
"Mm…"
Tina's hand hovered near his, She didn't touch him directly but let the pheromones do the subtle work. Andrew's jaw unclenched, and his usual sass softened into a faint, relaxed groan.
"Mm ~for some weird reason her pheromones keeps soothing me~ maybe you're not… that bad… maybe…"
He whispered, half-lidded eyes watching her. Tina hid a small laugh behind her hand.
"Slightly? That's a very Tina way of putting it… I'll take it."
"When are they coming?… my way out… I mean… your parents…"
Tina stood, brushing imaginary crumbs from her sleeve.
"Soon and don't worry, Only mama's nice."
Andrew groaned again, though a faint smile lingered despite the panic. He picked up a pancake that Tina had ordered for breakfast and stared at it as if it might offer him wisdom on surviving this encounter.
"Is that her way of comforting me?"
Andrew stared at the pancake, its syrup glistening like a tiny golden warning.
"Okay, okay, act normal… pretend to be an actual responsible fiancé… don't ruin this…well maybe a little…"
He took a small bite, chewing slowly, eyes flicking toward the doorway where Tina had vanished. A soft giggle drifted from the kitchen, like a mischievous wind reminding him just how little control he had over this chaos.
"Mm… too cute… too bubbly… too… terrifying…"
H muttered under his breath, pressing the blanket closer.
"If I survive this morning, maybe I deserve a medal… or at least extra pancakes."
Tina suddenly popped her head into the living room, eyes wide and sparkling, clutching a small notebook like a treasure map.
"Andrew! I wrote down all the fun things we could do to impress my parents! Step one: smile lots! Step two: also smile lots! Step three: survive chaos!"
Andrew blinked, mouth full of pancake.
"Step four: make her stop smiling so much… impossible…"
He muttered, setting the fork down. Tina bounced a little closer, her tiny hand pointing at the pancake.
"Here! Eat it! Energy! For survival! And maybe… a little magic to charm Mom and Mama!"
Andrew groaned, taking another bite, but his eyes scanned the hallway, imagining Tina's parents stepping in at any second.
"Do I nod politely? Smile? Make a sarcastic comment? Pretend to like spaghetti?"
Neko Neko's squeak from the armchair drew his attention. The little koala hopped onto Andrew's shoulder, tail flicking in judgment. Andrew muttered, almost to himself.
"Even the koala thinks I'm doomed… I don't even know if I like them yet, but… I have to survive this."
Tina clapped her hands together, twirling in a circle like a child on a sugar high.
"Yay! You're doing great! See, just… breathe… smile… oh! Maybe hold my hand to be extra safe?"
Andrew's eye twitched.
"Hold your hand? No. Absolutely not. Don't hold hands. Don't smile too much."
Before he could react, the distant sound of a car engine rolled into the driveway. His heart lurched. Tina's giggle turned into a full squeal of excitement.
"They're here! They're here! Let's go greet them! Quick! Quick! Andrew! Come on!"
Andrew's eyes widened, blanket half-draped over him, pancake trembling in hand.
"I am not ready… I do not have enough pancakes… or courage… or sarcasm…"
Tina grabbed his hand before he could protest, pulling him toward the entrance like a tiny whirlwind.
"Step one: smile lots! Step two: smile lots !Step three: survive chaos!"
Andrew groaned again, muttering under his breath.
"Step four: survive Tina… maybe the hardest step yet…"
And just as they reached the door, the sound of a knock echoed through the hallway. Andrew froze. He whispered.
"…Here goes everything…"
The door opened, and Tina's parents stepped inside, warm smiles beaming—completely unaware of the chaos, the pancakes, and Andrew's very delicate attempt at not being a disaster.
Neko Neko's mini theater🐨🐨
I stretch on the armchair, tail flicking, ears twitching. The humans are up… again. Andrew looks like he's in pain—or maybe it's confusion, or both. I can never tell with him. He smells… tense, pheromones all scrambled. Ah yes, chaos mixed with a pinch of omega crankiness. I sniff deeply. Mmm… vanilla-mint? That's Tina. Sweet, sharp, impossible to ignore. And Andrew… honey with faint spice, all tangled in anxiety and sassy resistance. Deliciously confusing.
I leap onto the sofa, perch on Andrew's lap like a tiny general surveying a battlefield. Tiny claws knead. Judgment mode activated. Survive, omega. I am watching. He freezes, eyes narrowing, cheeks slightly red. Typical. They never know what to do when I stare like this. Good. That's exactly what I want.
Tina bounces around in the kitchen—oh yes, bounce bounce bounce. She's singing nonsense, humming a tune that's… chaotic, oddly endearing, and probably dangerous to an unprepared omega. I twine around Andrew, press my nose against his arm. Calm, calm, relax. Feel the chaos, embrace it. Yes, this is the perfect balance: him frazzled, me judging, Tina oblivious but buzzing with… alpha energy.
Andrew mutters something about breakfast. Ice cream? Spaghetti? Why is it always chaos? I glance up at him. Yes, yes, grumble all you want. I see you trying not to piss off Tina's parents later. Pathetic, but amusing. Can you survive the storm? Hmm… maybe. Tiny claws knead again. Focus, omega, focus.
The humans chatter. Tina's laughing, voice bright and sparkling like candy. Andrew's groaning, curling into himself like a blanket burrito. Classic omega behavior when pheromones hit hard. Oh yes, I can smell the softening… subtle surrender to chaos… tiny crack in the armor. Good, good. Alpha chaos care in effect.
I hop onto the table, sniffing the food Tina laid out. Pancakes, syrup, berries… Disaster risk: high. Andrew picks at a muffin. I approve the choice. He doesn't deserve chocolate overload yet, he's too distracted. Tina wiggles around, oblivious to me plotting judgmental maneuvers. I squeak softly—tiny alarm, tiny nudge. Humans panic over small sounds. Excellent.
Andrew sighs. Mm… pheromones are weird… maybe she's not that bad… maybe… Ha! I heard that. Noted. This is a victory. Kneading intensifies. Alpha influence detected. Omega calm increasing. Assessment: successful.
I perch on the edge of the pancake plate. Tiny claws just enough to remind Andrew I exist. He looks at me, half-lidded eyes, and mutters, "Koala… thinks I'm doomed…" Foolish omega. No, I am the judge, the overseer, the chaos sentinel. Survival depends on me. My squeaks, my tiny paw nudges, my judgment—crucial.
Tina flits back, notices us. "Neko Neko, supervise Andrew!" She doesn't realize she just gave me the ultimate authority. I squeak indignantly, because yes, I will supervise, but I will also judge. Andrew whines. I purr. Balance accoming.
I settle on Andrew's lap, tail wrapping around his wrist. His shoulders slump, jaw unclenches. He sighs. Victory smells like vanilla-mint and honey-spice chaos. Tina watches, none the wiser. I squeak again softly, tiny whisper of triumph. The humans will survive… barely… under my watchful gaze.
Alpha chaos care? Completed. Mission success? Verified. Judgmental support? Delivered. But chaos… oh, chaos never sleeps. And neither do I.