"Poor baby," Burr purrs, half-mocking, as he pulls Alexander closer. "At least I can rectify two of those things. You shall have one of my shirts, and now I shall get you some cold pork, left by the housekeeper. I can't have my omega going hungry, much less when they are carrying something so precious."

Small kisses down his neck before disentangling himself, if Alexander will let him, to retrieve the food. Hurrying back, to feed him small bits of that pork by hand.

"You must tell me when you are hungry, darling. I shall never have you wanting, if I can help it."