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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Batman_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Dick_Grayson/Jason_Todd
  Character:
      Dick_Grayson, Jason_Todd, Bruce_Wayne, Koriand'r, Alfred_Pennyworth,
      Mar'i_Grayson, Thomas_Grayson
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-25 Chapters: 16/16 Words: 4140
****** Kiss Me Hard (Before You Go) ******
by ptgreat
Summary
     Nothing about Dick and Jason’s bond has been easy.
Notes
     Like many of the fics I am about to upload, I wrote them a while ago
     for tumblr. This just so happens to be my first smutty fic (figures
     that the first one would be in one of the most questionable fandom
     tropes lol)
     For rubitan's prompt: Psst alpha!jason/omega!dick. ;D
***** Chapter 1 *****
Seated on the room’s king-sized bed Dick leaned back on his hands, trying to
keep his uncomfortable shifting to a minimum, while Jason jiggled the doorknob
again. Sure a jammed lock wasn’t a real obstacle to them but that doctor friend
of Bruce’s had given them a couple of funny looks and whatever his suspicions
were wouldn’t be alleviated if they busted one of his doors. When the latch
didn’t give Jason returned to prowling up and down the bedroom.
“You’re going to wear a hole through the floor before anyone even notices we’re
gone,” he said toeing off his uncomfortable shoes and stuffing his dress socks
into them.
Jason gave him a dirty look, pointedly putting more weight into his steps. Dick
pressed his lips together and looked away, even though he wanted to start a
fight, wanted to poke and prod at Jason. His lower abdomen ached with a dull
pulse, but he was the twenty-two to Jason’s almost sixteen. That made him the
grown-up here. Dick squirmed again, trying not to grimace.
“Why do you keep—” Jason snapped then cut himself off.
Realization dawned on the teen in an odd mix of horror and exhilaration. Eyes
wide and mouth slack, Jason took an involuntary half-step towards Dick.
“Are you in heat?”
Dick winced, “I, uh…maybe?”
Most omegas, and alphas, at Dick’s age would know. But thanks to the
introduction of suppressants and their sustained, unknown—ugh, Bruce that was
crossing a line even for Dick’s safety—use, his body was still struggling to
establish a regular cycle. Before his disastrous first heat that had started
after he unintentionally flushed the suppressants from his system and
subsequently triggered a close-to-peaking Jason’s first rut, he’d thought he
was a beta like his parents. Surprise! Even after two years of avoiding most
physical contact with the young alpha, he could still feel their tenuous bond
in the back of his head. Sniffing, Jason moved into Dick’s space, half-climbing
onto the bed between Dick’s legs.
“Hey!”
“Oh god,” Jason moaned. “You are.”
He leaned into Dick and nosed at his dark hair. Warm fingers twitched and
plucked at his tux jacket, sliding underneath the satin lapels. Dick closed his
eyes as Jason mouthed at the smooth skin behind his ear and breathed in the
boy’s scent, thick with pheromones. He smelled good, so good. Like summer dusk
just outside the city limits, Alfred’s cookies, and a hint of engine oil from
whatever he’d been messing with before getting cleaned up for the party. But
that didn’t mean Dick was just going to roll over for him.
“Jason,” he said, more breathless that he would have liked. “Get off.”
Jason whined and slipped off the bed onto his knees, his hands dragging down
Dick’s front, under his jacket before wrapping his arms around his waist and
bunching the fabric in his hands. Dick grabbed a handful of Jason’s thick, dark
hair and tugged hard, breathing in deeply through his nose. But the younger boy
wouldn’t be moved and rubbed his face back and forth against Dick’s taut
stomach.
“I could take care of you,” Jason mumbled into his dress shirt.
“You’re a kid,” Dick scoffed, even while he tried to keep his heart rate down
and his breathing under control.
He could feel Jason scowl as he untucked and rucked up the back of Dick’s
shirt.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t.”
Warm, calloused palms were on the small of his back, nails scraping lightly.
Dick swallowed a groan. He hissed and tightened his grip on Jason’s hair more.
Jason didn’t bother keeping his own noises in check, half-pained, half-
pleasured.
“Pretty sure it does.”
Jason glared up at him, cheeks red and panting tiny hot breaths. Dick let go
his hair and flicked him on the forehead, just to watch that brow furrow more.
“I can.”
He surged up, aiming for a kiss, but Dick shoved him away with a laugh. Jason
landed with a bounce on the mattress and let out a little oomph. Dick grinned,
showing off too many teeth to be nice.
“Yeah you really showed me, Little Wing.”
Jason twisted, throwing a kick at Dick’s head. The moment Dick raised an arm to
block, he kicked his weight bearing arm with his other leg. His hair had barely
brushed the duvet before Jason straddled him, pressing down on Dick’s thighs
with his knees, and yanked his belt open.
“Yeah,” Jason smirked above him, tossing the belt and popping the button. “I
really did.”
Dick heaved upwards but Jason threw his weight forward and shoved him back down
by his shoulders. Dick grunted with the force, his head bouncing. Jason nipped
at him beneath his chin. Punishing, teasing, playful. He felt a rush of wetness
and flushed at the good-bad sensation. Jason shuddered over him as his scent
strengthened and pressed a desperate open-mouthed kiss to Dick’s parted lips.
Torn between tossing Jason off and spreading his legs, Dick writhed and swept
his tongue against Jason’s, dominating the kiss and drawing back just enough to
bite and tug at Jason’s bottom lip before moving back in to draw Jason into his
own mouth. Dick arched against a deep ache that he couldn’t reach on his own.
His skin was too tight, too hot and he needed. He pulled Jason’s shirt out of
his slacks and scrabbled one-handed at his slick belt.
“Oh god,” Jason panted. “Please, please, please.”
He sat back, running his hands down Dick’s front and sliding on the smooth skin
just inside his open pants and under the waistband of his underwear. Dick
moaned and lifted his hips while Jason clumsily tugged both his slacks and his
boxer briefs down the curve of his backside and away from his dripping center.
Dick kicked them off the rest of the way, his cock bobbing and smearing pre-cum
on his shirt. Bracketing Jason between his bent knees, he met him halfway as
the teen leaned back in for another messy kiss. Jason groaned into his mouth,
silk and buttons giving under his frenetic hands. Dick rolled his shoulders,
freeing himself from the remains of his stifling clothes. He wrapped an arm
around Jason’s neck and scraped his fingers up his nape while he yanked his
other hand down his shirt, tearing and shoving the shirt down his arms. A whine
rose out of the boy’s throat, his arms trapped in the twisted fabric behind
him.
“Problem, Jaybird?” Dick laughed breathily as Jason shook his arms free.
The flush of Jason’s cheeks deepened, “Shut up.”
Dick huffed another laugh and teased his earlobe between his teeth, reveling in
the hitch of Jason’s breath. He ran blunt nails over Jason’s toned stomach,
muscles twitching beneath smooth, hot skin, down to the top of his open slacks.
Jason’s hands joined the curl of his fingers on the waistband pushing it over
and off his narrow hips and freeing his thick, weeping cock. Jason jerked with
a stuttered moan as Dick wrapped his hand around him and ran a thumb over the
drooling slit. Jason hooked Dick’s legs over his arms, sucking a dark bruise
onto his neck. His hand squeezing almost too tight, Dick only let go when the
tip of his cock finally slipped inside of him, a quiet, vulgar squelch. Jason
sank into him with a slow, painfully good push forward.
“Hngh,” Dick let his head fall back and grabbed another fistful of Jason’s
hair.
Jason pulled back and thrust in with the undulation of Dick’s hips, desperate
and increasingly faster, his fingers digging bruises into the meat of Dick’s
thighs. The room was filled with their heavy pants and groans and the slap of
flesh but the only thing Dick could focus on was the heavy cock pushing into
his molten insides. He was full, so full. Hot pleasure coiling tightly in his
gut, he clenched around Jason and swallowed the sweet noises he dragged out of
him, tangling their tongues together. That scorching coil kept twisting tighter
and tighter and tighter until—His mouth fell open in a silent scream and his
back bowed as his orgasm crashed over him. Jason’s rhythm faltered against the
intense convulsions of heat milking his cock and he wailed high and reedy,
muffled against Dick’s throat, spilling inside of him. They shuddered through
the aftershocks together, nerves on fire, clinging and gasping.
Exhausted, Dick fell back taking Jason with him. Jason made a little unf but
didn’t move except to nuzzle the sweat-damp hair behind Dick’s ear. The mussed
satin comforter stuck to his tacky skin but was comfortably cool to the
lethargic heat of Jason’s weight on top of him. Messy and sated and pleasantly
sore, he smoothed a hand down his mate’s bare back, while their breathing
slowly evened out and they fell asleep.
Later Dr. Elliot would open the door with a calculating gleam in his eyes while
they scrambled to cover up. Later he’d keep his mouth shut while Bruce lectured
him with that painful “I expected better from you” look that was more effective
than words could ever be. Later Dick would leave Gotham for San Francisco and
the Titans, ashamed and needing distance. Later he would be far from home and
realize why his last heat had faded so quickly. Later it would be more than
distance separating him from Jason. But this was now and he couldn’t know any
of that until it was later.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     For feeling-the-aster's prompt: I'm a horrible person addicted to
     your ABO snippets, so more JayDick, possibly? ;w;
Chapter Notes
     A year earlier...
Jason hesitated just inside Dick’s door, the fourteen-year-old unsure how
welcome he’d be and uncertain how much of his nightmare Dick might have felt
through their bond. He chewed on his bottom lip, wavering in front of the dark
room, and took a half-step back when the young man shifted.
“Stop lurking,” Dick grumbled into his pillow, but lifted the sheet and
comforter up with a half-raised arm.
Jason sucked in a breath, not about to look the gift horse in the mouth, and
wriggled into the space his mate—his mate—had made for him.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     For the prompt: Jaydick A/B/O verse, maybe Bruce's reaction to Dick's
     first or second pregnancy?
The Tamaranian girl stood just behind Dick, a steadying arm around him and
ready to take his weight, which judging by how ashen Dick’s cheeks were despite
the frenzied diatribe he was directing at Bruce, it seemed quite likely he
needed the support.
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” Dick demanded, his voice choked with
emotion. “That I wouldn’t feel—”
It was almost surreal to see the young man with anything more than a smooth
stomach. Even as a child, Dick had been lean and compact, but now, now he was
round and full with the only part of Jason that was left. A part of Bruce, an
ugly part of Bruce snarled at the knowledge that he wasn’t responsible for the
gentle swell of Dick’s stomach. The rest of him could only mourn.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     For the prompt: JayDick or BruDick. Dick in labor.
“You’re doing so well, Dick,” Kori said, brushing back his sweaty bangs.
Dick half-sobbed and squeezed the young woman’s hand tight enough to fracture a
lesser being’s hand but not Kori.
“I can’t,” he cried, the raw edges of his severed bond burning, burning like
Jason—
Kori–steady, regal, loving Kori–pressed a kiss to his temple, “You can.”
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     For rubitan's prompt: Hey hey. More JayDick A/B/O verse. ;D
One hand resting on his swollen belly, Dick poked halfheartedly at the crab-
stuffed mushrooms Alfred had set to making especially for him almost as soon as
he’d stepped foot in the manor. But then—He dropped his fork, the fine silver
clinking against the plate, and sucked in a short breath.
“Is something wrong, Master Richard?” Alfred asked from the sink, wiping his
hands on a clean dishcloth.
The baby kicked again and Dick pat his stomach with a tiny smile.
“No, I think something’s right,” he looked up at Alfred. “Would you like to
feel?”
The elderly man smiled, his eyes overly bright, “Yes. Indeed I would.”
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     For rubitan's prompt: JayDick, MORE A/B/O AU stuff. :D :D :D :D
Dick jerked awake, a scream caught in his throat and the echo of his severed
bond with Jason searing like a fresh wound. Breaths shuddering in and out, he
fumbled with the bedside lamp—the light lengthening the shadows of his
bedroom—and turned his head to check on Mar’i asleep in her crib. Watching the
rhythmic and rise and fall of her little chest, Dick told himself he’d talk to
Bruce about going back on suppressants then let himself be lulled back to
sleep.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Summary
     For the prompt: Mar'i and Dick, A/B/O verse? Oh! Or Mar'i and Bruce.
Diaper bag slung over his shoulder, Dick bounced Mar’i on his hip a couple
times as he pushed the car door shut. She wriggled and clung to him, eager to
be on the move after being strapped in her car seat for the long drive to
Gotham.
“Grumpy’s house, Grumpy’s house,” she sing-songed. “Grumpy’s house and
yummies.”
Dick grinned, none too eager to correct her mispronunciation of Grandpa.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Summary
     For rubitan's prompt: Do I even have to say it? xD JayDick. A/B/
     O stuffs
“Was your mate’s body even cold before you took up with Green Arrow’s castoff
sidekick?”
Dick snarled, throwing a hard kick at that infuriating red helmet, “Go to
hell!”
He caught Dick by his ankle and slid a proprietary hand up his calf, “Been
there, done that, didn’t buy the t-shirt.”
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Summary
     For the prompt: Jay/Dick. A/B/O verse
Dick flushed at the shameful thrill that shot up his spine with Red Hood on top
of him, the heavier man pressing him into the dirty warehouse floor and pinning
his arms above his head.
“I bet you sing real sweet.”
Dick bucked up and tossed him over with a satisfying thud, “Not for you.”
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Summary
     For the prompt: More JayDick ABO?
“Daddy dearest tell you who I am yet?” Red Hood husked in his ear, twisting his
arms behind his back. “Or is he keeping that to himself until it blows up in
everyone’s face.”
“I don’t care if you’re secretly a tentacle monster,” Dick hissed.
Red Hood chuckled, “Oh but think of all the fun we could have if I was.”
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Summary
     For the prompt: JayDick A/B/O verse :)
Red Hood tackled him to the ground, shoving a leg between Dick’s thighs with a
half-growl. Dick gnashed his teeth at the man, kicking himself for being so
slow to realize the other was rutting, had probably been rutting this whole
time.
“You think I can’t smell your heat?” the would-be crime lord hissed. “How bad
you want me?”
Dick sneered, “That doesn’t mean I’m saying yes.”
“You should,” he tugged his helmet off and tossed it to the side. “I could take
care of you.”
Dick’s breath caught in his throat. Even with the red domino hiding his eyes
and the unfamiliar shock of white in his bangs, Dick knew that face, remembered
those words.
“Jason,” he exhaled.
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Summary
     For the prompt: Dang i love Your fic! :D, Can i ask for More AOB
     Jaydick Please? :3
Chapter Notes
     Oops, I porn-ed
The younger man’s name had barely passed his lips before Jason caught his face
between his gloved hands and kissed him hard. Thoughts reeling, Dick let out a
muffled groan, aching so badly for more than Jason’s tongue fucking his mouth.
Jason pulled back slightly, their hots breaths mingling, and Dick’s eyes
fluttered open, unaware he’d even closed them.
“I used to fantasize about this,” Jason said, his voice so low.
Dick’s breath hitched and shuddered, his mind scrabbling to weave the frayed
threads of their severed bond back together.
“About holding you down.”
Dick rolled his hips, riding the hard press of Jason’s thigh, with a desperate,
broken moan. Jason scraped his teeth over his jawline, his fingers finding the
seam of Dick’s uniform and dragging the fabric down, digging his thumbs into
the v of Dick’s hipbones.
“Making you scream.”
“Talk, talk, talk,” Dick gasped, catching the bright blue of his gloves between
his teeth.
He tugged them off, balling and throwing the gloves away from them before
making short work of Jason’s heavy belt and shoving his hands into his pants.
“Ngh!” Jason’s grip tightened painfully, wonderfully on his hips.
“Who’s making who scream?” Dick asked, breathless and smug.
Jason snarled and bit him hard where his neck and shoulder met, yanking Dick’s
legs wider, not caring that he still had his boots on, and shoving two fingers
into him without warning. Dick cried out and arched but Jason didn’t let up.
Sucking bruises into his skin, he scissored his fingers with each slick push.
“You’re so wet,” Jason breathed, adding another finger. “Fucking dripping.”
“Unh,” Dick rode his hand, his inner walls clenching around him greedily.
He whimpered loudly at the loss, hips jerking, when Jason finally pulled his
fingers out. He wiped them on his pants leg and pulled his pants open,
squeezing the base of his thick, drooling cock with a hissing inhale. Dick
writhed, frantic, so frantic, his own cock weeping pre-cum but then Jason was
lifting his hips up, hands squeezing his ass, and pushing inside of him, hot
and deep. Jason groaned with him, pulling back only to shove back in again and
again and again, his rhythm hard and unforgiving.
“Ah, ah, ah!” Dick clawed at his leather jacket, spine curving off the cold
floor.
Fresh dark finger-shaped bruises bloomed and throbbed with the older products
of their previous clashes, each ache a jagged point to the excruciating
pleasure tightening in his gut. Dick wrapped a hand around his cock, smearing
pre-cum down his length and fucking into his fist, while Jason nipped and bit
and sucked at every patch of skin he could get his mouth on, dragging the blood
to the surface.
“Jason,” he keened, so close, so close.
Oh, oh. Dick dragged him into an open-mouthed kiss, messy and wet and loud and
tasting of copper as he came, spattering across both of their clothed stomachs,
and convulsing tightly around Jason’s cock.
“Hngh!”
He slammed into Dick in a rhythm-less frenzy, searing heat filling Dick up in
hot splashes until Jason’s hips finally stuttered to a stop and he collapsed on
top of him. Dick panted beneath his almost stifling weight, tiny aftershocks
quivering through both of them. Dick bit his bottom lip, his hole twitching
around Jason’s softening length, and savored the filthy trickle of their
combined fluids slipping out of him. Distantly he knew he needed to get up, to
push Jason away but exhaustion tugged at his awareness, made all the more
irresistible by the blanketing comfort of their shakily renewed bond.
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter Summary
     For feeling-the-aster's prompt: If you don't mind, more ABO? Perhaps
     more expectant!Dick because that's just too cute.
Dick waddled through his apartment, jar of peanut butter in one hand and the
spoon in his mouth, looking for Veronica, the plush purple unicorn, that should
have been in bed just like the distraught five-year-old following him around,
her cheeks red and her nose dripping.
“You gotta help me out here, Starshine,” Dick sighed, sticking the spoon back
in the jar. “Where did you have it last?”
“I don’t know,” Mar’i cried, wiping her messy face on his yoga pants.
Dick hugged her to his leg, frustrated tears pricking at his eyes. Couldn’t
anything go right? He and Jason had gotten into another fight this morning, he
couldn’t pick up his sick baby, his lower back was killing him, they were both
exhausted, Veronica was still missing and nowhere to be found—Dick breathed in
deeply through his nose and let it out, shoving another spoonful of peanut
butter into his mouth. What would go wrong next?
Knock, knock, knock! Dick glared at the door. Late night visitors were rarely a
good thing, even when they weren’t vigilante related. Knock, knock, knock! He
shuffled towards the door as angrily as he could seven-months-pregnant with a
sickly, bawling child stuck to his leg. Knock, knock, kn—Jason stared at him,
his hand still raised mid-knock.
“What?” Dick snapped.
Eyes wide, Jason lifted his other hand silently, revealing—
“Veronica!” Mar’i shrieked, throwing herself at Jason’s legs and reaching up
for that trouble-making fluffy unicorn safely clutched in her daddy’s grip.
Dick’s anger deflated, just leaving the exhaustion and pain without any
righteousness to buoy him up.
“You uh, left her at the diner this morning.”
“Oh.”
Jason cleared his throat and ducked his head, rubbing his neck.
“Well. Veronica safely delivered. So, uh, I’ll just…”
“Tuck Mar’i in.”
“What?”
Dick glanced down, almost forgetting he couldn’t see his feet unless he was
really trying, and ate another spoonful of peanut butter.
“You should come in and tuck Mar’i in.”
“I…okay.”
***** Chapter 14 *****
Chapter Summary
     For deepaapatel's prompt: I feel like people need to write Dick as an
     Omega more often. THIS IS THE GREATEST UNIVERSE EVER! Can you imagine
     Alfred and Steph throwing Dick a baby shower? I think that should be
     the next meme ^^
Chapter Notes
     Thaank youu! The sad lack of omega!Dick is exactly why this verse
     came into being XD
Steph had a little trouble not staring up in awe at the alien woman, who
towered over her is the friendliest manner anyone had ever towered over Steph.
“A baby…shower?” Kori cocked her head, Mar’i sitting on her shoulders and half-
hidden by those voluptuous fiery curls.
Her brows furrowed and it looked like something had been lost in translation
which—oh. Steph mentally smacked her forehead. Right. Her bad.
“It’s a party,” Mar’i said excitedly, rubbing her face in handfuls Kori’s hair.
“A kind of congratulations on getting knocked up,” Steph added.
Kori’s face cleared with understanding.
“Oh! Yes! And you wish to have one of these showers for Dick?”
Steph nodded vigorously. No one had thrown a baby shower for her when she was
expecting, just a lot of dirty, judgmental looks for being a pretty young
blonde with a bun in the oven. And to be completely honest, the young woman
hadn’t really wanted one outside a few moments of melancholy introspection when
she asked herself what if. Dick, though. He was another story entirely and
Steph thought he had way too much crap on his plate with his baby daddy drama
and Bruce’s tendency to get emotionally constipated to not get an awesome baby
eggplant “I assume you mean lavender, Miss Stephanie” “Tomato, tomahto” themed
baby shower.
"That sounds wonderful,” Kori enthused, disentangling Mar’i’s jammy hands from
her hair. “I’d love to help.”
“Wonderful,” Mar’i parroted, even copying the woman’s inflections.
Steph grinned. With Alfred in charge of food, and making sure Bruce at least
pretended to be cheery—not that Steph was really fooled by the man’s
grumpiness, he was totally excited about his first baby having a second
baby—and now Kori on her side of the ring this would be the best baby shower to
ever shower in baby eggplant “Lavender, Steph? You know this party isn’t about
you, right?” “I know what I said, Tim. Dick’s blue. Jason’s red. Smoosh them
together for explicit naked times—” “Ugh. Why would you—” “—and you get baby
eggplant.”
***** Chapter 15 *****
Chapter Summary
     For the prompt: JayDick with Thomas
Jason stared down at the tiny, squirming bundle in his arms, elated but
terrified he would somehow mess up holding his son for the first time. He
glanced over at Dick, who was drugged to the gills and asleep after an
exhausting twenty-three hours of labor. Carefully, he brushed a fingertip
against the fuzzy soft head full of dark hair the newborn had despite his
premature entrance into the world. Tears pressed hotly at the back of his eyes.
He hadn’t been there for Mar’i during her first moments, hadn’t even been there
for her second or third. Jason swallowed hard. But he could be here for Thomas.
***** Chapter 16 *****
Chapter Summary
     For rubitan's prompt: Either Grayson-Todd fam or just Batfam doing
     some pumpkin carving for Halloween~
The entire apartment smelled like raw pumpkin and warm cumin, some of the
salvaged seeds roasting in the oven with strict instructions from Alfred. Dick
leaned against the kitchen counter, breathing in and out slowly and
deliberately. He didn’t need to call Kory to take the kids, he didn’t. Not yet.
Letting out another shuddery breath, Dick straightened and tried to pretend his
body wasn’t molten hot with the first wave of his heat as he walked back into
the living room.
Diaper drooping ominously, Thomas scooted across the floor, dragging the spread
out newspapers into a rumpled mess beneath his chubby legs. He babbled while he
moved, a string of excited syllables that weren’t quite words. Mar’i, wielding
a black sharpie—“You’re going to let the four-year-old have a permanent marker?
Really, Dick?” “I’m letting you have a knife.”— scribbled another abstract face
onto a pumpkin next to her daddy who was also sitting on the floor. Jason,
glanced up at him, eyes dark, knife poised over thick orange flesh and black
marker. Dick swallowed and averted his eyes, scooping Thomas up with a strained
grin. The little boy giggled and patted his face, sing-songing “da, da, da” at
him. Smile relaxing a little, he bounced Thomas as he carried him to the
couch—the changing table was in the bedroom and Thomas would have a fit if he
missed even a moment of the messiness. Mar’i watched them, tongue peeking out
of her mouth and hop-scooting closer to Jason. Wipes ready and a changing pad
shove under Thomas’s squirmy little body, Dick opened up his diaper and
stopped, then looked over at his daughter, practically hidden by her daddy’s
much larger body, wisps of long curly black hair and tiny limbs just visible .
Jason cocked his head, confused by Dick’s confusion.
“Mar’i,” Dick said slowly. “Why is your brother’s diaper full of pumpkin guts?”
The little girl peered around Jason, green eyes wide and innocent. Jason
pressed his lips together and looked at the ceiling to keep back a grin.
“He ate them?”
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