thinking about omegaverse hucklerobby where robby and dennis are mated and are trying to have a litter of puppies. dennis breaks down crying one day after another test declares him not pregnant, and sobs to robby about how the omegas in his family have always struggled with infertility, and that if they do manage to conceive, it's only ever one puppy, never a litter.
robby holds him and kisses him and comforts him for hours, telling him that they will keep trying, and that he's more than willing to try ivf programs if things keep not working out for them, and that he loves dennis so much. when dennis's tears finally stop, he tries to get right back on his alpha's cock, desperate to try again and again in the hope he might finally get pupped.
robby finds that what settles dennis most is for him to be completely full of his cum, so that there's no possible way that he's throwing away his chance of a puppy, and so he knots dennis over and over, plugging him up and tilting his hips while dennis insists that *this* will surely be the time it takes.
it takes them three more months of trying every day before dennis finally screams from the bathroom and crumples to the floor in tears, clutching a positive test. they're ecstatic- if dennis is right about his family history, they'll have one singular perfect puppy to call their own. robby never tells his omega that his family is predisposed to conceive enormous litters, so that he doesn't get his omegas hopes up.
the pair agree immediately that dennis should go on maternity leave the moment they find out he's pregnant- dennis is already so protective over his (still flat) belly, and robby so paranoid that something will happen, that neither of them want dennis working while pupped. dennis nestles into the first of his birthing nests, made eight months too early, and purrs like a jet engine while rubbing his tummy. his one, perfect puppy.
to dennis's surprise (and robby's confirmed suspicion), he rounds out much faster than any omega with a single pup should. he's barely six weeks pregnant when he gets a curve to him, making him look bloated. dennis preens about his one massive puppy, but robby ushers him to his first obgyn appointment. dennis winces at the cold jelly, and nearly snaps his teeth at the thought the doctor might be making his puppy cold in his womb, but his alpha sits next to him and rumbles to calm him.
five minutes later, robby's proved right and dennis is in floods of delighted tears. the doctor turns to dennis and asks him some questions as she runs the device over his belly, looking at his baby.
"will this be your first litter, mr whitaker?"
"yes, but it's only one. omegas in my family only ever have one."
"mr whitaker, from what I can see, you're undeniably carrying a litter of multiples. at present I can see at least five distinct embryos in your womb, possibly six, all developing well. you're carrying a very large litter, given that the average is of three or four pups. this will be why you're already seeing noticeable growth in your belly."
there's a split second before dennis breaks down. he wails in robby's arms, who's crying too at his omegas joy. the doctor can't help but wipe away a tear or two of her own at the display, already having known about the omegas infertility issues. dennis starts asking if she's sure, if she's sure that it's true and that there's a litter, if she can check again.
she angles the screen towards the new parents and runs the wand over again.
"see here, mr whitaker, from this angle we can see them all. one... two, three, four, there's number five and.... oh yes, here we go, there are six. there's number six there at the edge. you're definitely having six puppies."
dennis and robby are the happiest men alive.
given the size of his litter, dennis visits the obgyn weekly to check their progress. he spends the rest of his time in his nest with robby, whose hands never leave the quickly swelling tummy of his omega. by week twelve, dennis looks like he's almost full term with a single pup. he looks likes he's swallowed a football, and he purrs constantly. all he's ever wanted is a litter of pups, and now he has six! and with the most handsome and strong alpha ever. dennis knows his alpha will keep them all safe, and he likes when robby talks to his belly every night, telling every little puppy that he loves them, and that their mama is doing such a good job keeping them safe.
robby worried that as he got bigger and bigger that dennis would start to get cross and frustrated and hurt with the amount of space six puppies would need, but somehow, he doesn't. he just snuggles in his nest, grows bigger and glows. their obgyn is delighted by how well and evenly all the puppies are growing, and declares that dennis has taken to pregnancy more naturally than any omega she's ever seen, that it really seems like his body was made for a big litter due to how successfully his hips have widened and his belly grown. dennis preens and trills. he always knew he was supposed to have a litter.
by thirty weeks pregnant, they're thinking of scheduling dennis's c-section. dennis had got very upset when he was denied a natural birth, but his medical knowledge overrode his sadness- the statistics didn't lie, for litters over four pups, complications in natural birth were high and frequently resulted in a puppy being lost. dennis snarled to himself. he would not lose a puppy. he was going to have six healthy, fat puppies, and he and his alpha would adore them.
dennis's belly was enormous, and he never took his hands off it. he and robby were constantly petting it, doting on their puppies before they were even born. dennis's tummy filled his lap now, and it made his breathing laboured. he didn't care. his puppies' comfort was all that mattered. the side of their bedroom had six identical cribs layed out, waiting for their little squalling charges to be born, six different sock colours chosen to tell all the newborns apart.
robby was shocked at how quickly he'd readressed his priorities since dennis's pregnancy. he didn't think of the ER constantly anymore, instead purely devoted to dennis, dennis's comfort, and preparing for their puppies. he was going to be the best father, and dennis the best mother, that there had ever been.
dennis's birth goes without fault. he gives birth at ptmc and is glad that both he and robby know his surgeons well. he trusts them to keep his litter safe. he and robby cry through the whole thing, dennis nearly hyperventilating when his screaming firstborn is taken round the curtain to him, the little red face and the milky scent of puppy filling the room. he's never seen something so beautiful.
robby holds his hand the entire time, sobbing along with him. he was a father to the most gorgeous babies on the planet, all six of them, his dennis's first litter. they end up having a beta girl, two omega boys, two alpha girls, and an alpha boy.
hours later, dennis is propped up in his hospital bed in the maternity ward, pelvis and tummy aching but dulled from medication, and his puppies around him. he can't stop crying. robby hasn't stopped either, kissing his omega over and over and over as they look in wonder at their babies.
dennis is holding two puppies at the moment, helping the smallest ones to latch onto his breasts and feed. their beta girl and one of the omega boys had been smaller than their siblings, and dennis had ushered them onto his nipples first. they fed beautifully, and snuffled into their mother's chest. robby was proudly holding his pair of alpha girls, kissing them on their tiny noses over and over. the other two puppies were somehow asleep, unbothered in their bassinets next to the bed.
dennis turned to his alpha, still crying. "thank you for my babies. thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you robby, look at our beautiful puppies, all our beautiful puppies..."
robby carefully bent down and kissed his omega, still holding his pups. "don't thank me, denny baby. you spent almost eight months growing all of our puppies, all by yourself. you and your body, sweetheart... you're amazing. six puppies, all healthy, all so special, all chubby and well... you are the most perfect human on the planet, denny. you've made me the happiest alpha alive. I adore you, denny. truly."
robby decides to retire when their puppies are a year old, and their maternity and paternity leave ends. he's got years of an unspent attendings salary, and dennis is still working through the ranks, wanting to keep working for many years more. robby has nothing more to achieve in the ER. all his commitment is in the eyes of his six giggly puppies and stunning omega mate.
taking care of his puppies makes him happier than he's ever been, and he eagerly awaits 7.30pm every day, when his darling omega comes home to his big, happy family. dennis can hardly believe that in two years, he's gone from sobbing in robby's arms about infertility robbing him of a litter, to coming home to six healthy puppies and a smiling alpha. he's never been so happy. if robby giving him six puppies wasn't highly likely, dennis would've asked for litter number two. as it is, they've got their hands happily full.
