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Dick wakes with a snarl on his lips.
The mattress of his nest had shifted, meaning someone has entered without his permission. Any movement pauses, before there’s a low and familiar croon that has him relaxing. Bruce’s smoky scent reaches him and he loses the rest of the tension that had him prepared to tear someone’s throat out to protect his pups.
They’re still so little. Tim’s only a toddler and Damian’s brand new to the world, eyes still screwed shut and scent milky sweet and fresh like all newborn pups. Jason’s a little older, but he’s still Dick’s baby. He needs to keep them safe.
He whines, trying to communicate this all to his alpha, and Bruce chuckles as he settles into the nest next to Dick.
“I know, mama bear, you’re doing good. The pups are okay. You would’ve scared any stranger right off.” He murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to Dick’s forehead. Dick leans into the affection with a purr before his attention is wrenched away by a soft mewl from the babe in his arms.
Damian’s tiny little features are screwed up in a scowl so painfully similar to Bruce’s as he kicks his legs out as best he can, working himself up into a fit as his tiny hand smacks softly against Dick’s chest.
Dick croons, heart melting all over again, shifting to bring the whiny pup up to his breast to nurse. Tim, where he’s burrowed into Dick’s ribs, grumbles and kneads at the soft skin of his dam’s belly as he dozes. Jason chuffs where he’s on Dick’s other side, stirring until Dick places a hand over his nape and soothes his eldest pup back to sleep.
Bruce always said he’d be a natural mother. Dick can’t help but agree, three pups in and already wanting more. He wants a full nest by the time he’s thirty, he thinks. Full of pups for him to love and nurture and raise.
Bruce yawns and wraps an arm around Dick’s shoulders, slumping to press his face into his omega’s neck with a sleepy rumble. Tim squeaks as he’s squished between his parents, blinking away the sleep from his eyes to give Dick an accusatory look that only makes him laugh.
Dick scoops up his second pup, smothering him in gentle kisses and his own protective scent before letting him lay over his chest and lazily nurse alongside a now sleeping Damian.
Dick leans back and purrs, eyelids drooping with his pups and alpha all close and safe in his nest. He gets three high-pitched puppy purrs and one deep alphan purr in response, each one leaving him more and more pleased until he’s sure his scent is sweet enough to rival a bakery.
Bruce hums and noses his way up Dick’s throat, trailing kisses over his pulse and jaw and cheek until he reaches his mouth. Dick doesn’t really kiss back, a little too hazy with endorphins, but it’s okay. Bruce knows how he gets, what he wants. Dick sighs as Bruce’s hand slides through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp in the way he really loves.
Dick murmurs something that might be Bruce’s name and is shushed is response. Bruce presses their cheeks together, brushes their jawlines over one another, softly headbutts him, and finally runs his wrist over Dick’s nape before he’s satisfied, sinking down into the plush material of the nest with a final grumble as he relents to sleep.
Dick thinks Bruce is a natural father. Even if he’s emotionally constipated and second guesses himself every step of the way, he’s so kind and gentle with their pups, protective and playful with them in a way that has Dick knowing he picked right.
Dick’s pulled from his thoughts when Jason sighs, then whines, fingers flexing against Dick’s bare waist. Dick coos in response, telling his pup to wait just a moment as he carefully maneuvers Tim into Bruce’s arms. The alpha barely stirs except to allow the pup to lay against his chest, pleased rumble still going strong as Tim buries his head in his sire’s neck.
Damian sleeps like the dead once he’s full, not so much as twitching when Dick moves him to his other arm so he can wrap his now free one around Jason, pulling him impossibly closer and leaning down to bury his nose in his pup’s hair.
Jason smells like him, he notes, instincts a pleased buzz. Like cotton soft, milky sweet pup and like Dick, like he has a mother who would take on the world for him.
Jason chirps, then murmurs inaudibly, then purrs as Dick noses at his cheek. Jason is his pup, all his, and Dick can’t stop himself from squeezing the pup just a little bit, because how can he resist?
Jason’s features scrunch up a bit as he does, but he relaxes further into Dick’s hold, arm moving to wrap around his dam’s belly as he rests his head on a soft breast. Dick pets over the pup’s hair and face and back, maybe dragging the scent gland on his wrist over Jason’s skin a tad bit possessively.
Finally, he brings Damian up to press a firm kiss to the tiny boy’s forehead. He loves him so, so much. He loves them all so, so much. He smiles at his little family before relaxing back into the pillows, eyes slipping shut as the symphony of purring lures him to sleep.
Dick sighs, surrounded by the soft scents of his pups and the warm scent of his alpha, and dreams about his family growing bigger and happier and even more perfect.