Ainar is nervous, more than nervous to be honest. He has been wiping his forehead off of his nervous sweat for the past minute. His scent must be going haywire too, if the weird look Nana is giving him is anything to go by.
He carefully packs the snacks he had been preparing into separate jars, putting them into a clean sack.
“Pup, you stink,” Nana suddenly said. Ainar groaned at her jab.
“Nana,” he called out, pout in his tone.
“I’m nervous, okay?”
“What are you so nervous for? The snacks you prepared are good,” she said incredulously, as if Ainar just said the biggest joke of the year.
“You are just going for a picnic with your omega. What is there to be nervous about?”
“Well first, he’s not my omega. Yet,” he pointedly adds when the elder omega opened her mouth to complain.
“Second, I am planning to give him something.”
She suddenly looks intrigued at that. She left the cauldron where she had been stirring for a while to walk closer to him.
“Are you planning to give him a courtin
