Jack and Rhys were curled up together, watching a movie that Rhys had selected from the “classic” category, and while Jack would argue that this qualified as ancient rather than merely classic, but he indulged Rhys’ choice anyway. Besides, it allowed him to cuddle up to the omega whenever Rhys got scared, which was pretty often. And pretty adorable. 

“Oooooh my god oh my god, no,” Rhys cried as he buried his head into Jack’s shoulder as another technician was brutally torn into pieces by the alien onscreen, “Earth cinema was so….ugh…”

“Kitten, I’ve pretty sure you’ve seen worse before,” Jack shook his head, looking pointedly at the omega. Rhys shuddered. 

“It’s….it’s different, like, the way they shoot it in this it’s just…it’s creepy…” Rhys whined, hugging onto Jack’s arm when the man made a move to stand. 

“C’mon, kitten, I’m just gonna go in the kitchen to get some more popcorn, chill, babe,” Jack chuckled, managing to pry Rhys’ viselike grip from off of his bicep, leaving the omega to dig his claws into one of their many throw pillows. 

Rhys didn’t know why he’d wanted to watch this movie in the first place. Vaughn had told him he’d like it but….ugh. It was so creepy! He bit his lip as another character met its bloody, brutal fate at the end of the alien’s sleek, black claws. 

Rhys jerked his head up as Jack walked back into the living room, eyebrows furrowing at the pained moan that spilled from Jack’s lips. His anxiety spiked as he watched Jack stumble, hands grasping against his stomach which–which, okay, was definitely not that big and lumpy beforehand? And where the hell was the popcorn?

“Oh…crap, don’t feel so good, kitten…” Jack moaned, looking queazy. Rhys sat up straight on the couch, clutching the pillow to his chest, eyes wide with concern. 

“Jack, what’s wrong, what’s going–” Rhys cut himself off in a scream, nearly falling off of the couch and whacking his head on the coffee table when the button snaps on Jack’s shirt burst, revealing a squealing, snarling Jaxen. 

“What the hell Jack!” Rhys screeched, forgetting to mind his language in front of his son as Jack cackled, catching his son in two strong hands as Jaxen continued to pretend to be the alien spawn, clawing his hands at the air and showing off his tiny, baby fangs. Rhys’ face burned with embarrassment as he struggled to scramble back onto the couch, wanting nothing more than to angrily toss a pillow at Jack’s head, but he didn’t want to deal with the inevitable tantrum and guilt that would result if he accidentally beaned Jaxen. 

“Oh my god kitten, your face, your frikkin’ face!” Jack guffawed, jabbing a finger at his mate as he smooched his son sloppily on the cheek, “and I couldn’t have done it without the cutest lil’ chestburster ever.”

“You’re so mean,” Rhys whined, grabbing a pillow tightly to his chest as he glared at his mate, “why is he awake, anyway? This movie is too scary for him!”

“Oh…I’ve seen it before, mama,” Jaxen piped up, glancing blankly at the carnage on the display. 

“He what?”

Jack’s face went white, wilting under the furious stare of his omega.

“Haha…..oops.”