Biting her lips, Ammy leaned back some. "I just... I know you don't mean it... in a demeaning way. But when you say it too often, I... It makes me feel small. Not just physically. But... like I'm not being taken seriously, like I'm useless, not good enough. The runt of the litter, you know. H—He used to criticize that I was too scrawny, that I'd never turn out something proper... and..."

"Oh, honey...", started Jason, voice breaking. "No, that's the last thing I'd ever want to make you feel. You are so precious to me, I love you, I adore you. Just... Just because you're my small, precious Omega...