"Waaah, this is so hard!" Sehun whined as he clutched Zitao's shirt to his chest. The 20 year old glanced around the small circle of clothes that had accumulated for the past two weeks. He had placed pillows along the edges to make a circle, before filling the middle with Zitao's softest shirts and sweatpants. The alpha's underwear and multiple socks littered the pillows, covering the white surfaces with splotches of blacks, blues, and purples. Several hoodies took refuge stacked on top of each other, acting as more padding on top of the shirts and sweatpants.

Sehun whimpered as his internal crisis continued. "This shirt is the softest, so it should go in the middle but.... there's already so many..." He held the shirt in front of himself, gazing at it as if it had offended his great ancestors. "So troublesome," he mumbled angrily before laying down in the middle of the heap of clothes. The scent of sandlewood immediately surrounded him and he relaxed, placing a hand on his small belly. "What do you think, my babies?" he hummed, relishing in the small fluttering he felt within him. "Do you think your Daddy has noticed anything yet? Mommy has been sneaky, but Daddy is smarter than most people think he is." Sehun chuckled at his small joke before releasing a quiet sigh. "I should probably tell him soon... don't you think so?"

A small flutter answered him and he grinned before placing one of Zitao's many shirts over his nose and inhaling, rolling around in his alpha's clothes giddily. "Yeah, I think so too."