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Patrol wasn’t getting any easier as Bruce got older. He was having to call in for backup and have the kids fill in for him more and more, unable to keep going like he used to. He loved Gotham, loved helping keep lunatics like the rogues off the streets and loved keeping Gothamites safe, but he also loved coming home to Hal.
The omega, about 6 months pregnant, had just started handing Green Lantern issues off to Guy or Kyle, calling it “unofficial, extended maternity leave”. Bruce loved how round he’d gotten, how his bump had progressed from a small softening of his abs to being able to be cradled when Bruce would stand behind Hal. The Lantern looked good pregnant, making Bruce’s mind go off in tangents about perhaps just keeping him pregnant. It was honestly Bruce’s favourite part of getting home: getting to shower and slide into bed, kiss and stare at his pregnant mate sleeping peacefully. He truly was living the dream.
Except, after he’d pulled on boxers and pants after his shower, and pulled the covers up over himself, there was no warm dip in the mattress. Hal wasn’t in bed. It was 3am and Hal wasn’t waiting for him in bed. A surge of panic spiked through him as he jumped out of bed, quickly making his way down the hall, checking every room he could before heading down the stairs. How far could a pregnant omega get? How far could a pregnant Green Lantern, a being whose powers come from their willpower, get? Bruce was nearly ready to call the League to send out a search party, when he passed the family room and was bathed temporarily in the glow of the television.
He backtracked, feet softly scraping the hardwood floors out of habit from when Hal complained he was too quiet when walking around at home. He peered over the back of the sofa, met with the sight of his very pregnant mate asleep, one hand halfway carding through Damian’s hair, who was on the verge of also being asleep. It had really warmed Bruce’s heart how much his (current) youngest had opened up and bonded with Hal. The alpha smiled softly as the two, shaking Damian slightly so as to not disturb Hal.
“Damian, time for bed.” The 13 year old rubbed his eyes and sat up, carefully removing himself from his step-parent’s embrace and gave Bruce a quick hug before making his way back upstairs. Bruce rounded the couch, slipping his arms under the omega’s shoulders and knees, easily picking him up, making the trek back to their room. Hal shifted slightly as he was set down, hand instinctively coming up to rub along the swell of his belly, eyebrows scrunching as the mattress next to him caved to Bruce’s weight.
“You’re so hot.” Bruce stared at him for a moment before chuckling.
“Go back to sleep, darling.”
“We should have more kids.”
“Let’s have this one first, yeah?”
“Fine.”