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Somehow clicker training puppy Dennis Whitaker has become my brand so here's some links to some posts (full fic on ao3 soon)
Pt.1
Pt.2
Service dog interlude
Moodboard
THERES ART NOW
Full ao3 series
Cage the boy
Valentines
Click Click
What breed is Dennis?
Kink club snippet
Pt.3 snippet
Pt.3
DÆMON AU STUFF
The start of it all (check the comments for fun brainstorming)
Sugar baby Dennis except it's just Dennis occasionally using the card Robby and Jack gave him to buy snacks and liquor for him and Trinity on their movie nights at her place.
But then one night they're all snuggled up in bed, bundled up in his pajamas under a fluffy blanket between Jack and Robby and he says that it feels like a sleepover. They tease him and Dennis turns red and says he's never been to a real sleepover as a kid. Robby is horrified, he'd gone to sleepovers as a kid, he'd been to camp, he'd done that his whole life. Jack shakes his head and says it's ridiculous, he'd done sleepovers, he'd slept in a pile with other boys his age in a field, if that counted.
So they tell Dennis to invite all the other "kids", both of them know the pittlings are grown adults but they're so young, to get everything he could imagine for a sleepover, and have everyone come over to the big brownstone they lived in, and have a real sleepover. Jack and Robby would stay upstairs, ignore the noise, just act like regular grown ups, staying away from the festivities, just checking in a few times.
Dennis told Trinity and they spent the most money they ever had, burning that credit card till they had Trinity's little car packed with snacks and pajamas and blankets and floor cushions and movies and face masks and palettes of cheap makeup and everything else Trinity knew could be fun. Robby just told him to have fun, Jack reminded him that the pizza place he liked delivered, and kept their promise, staying upstairs.
Dennis didn't know that having some friends over, being surrounded by twenty years old women, watching romcom movies and painting his nails and gossiping, he didn't know how much he missed out on.
When Dennis is really, really tired, he gets grumpy, and Robby finds him adorable.
He complains about all sorts of things -from it being too hot to headaches to there being too much light, and so on.
Once he even complained because Robby was hugging him on the couch -it was summer and it was too hot- but two minutes after he’d moved a little further away, he was back in Robby’s arms, muttering something in a whiny tone that Robby didn’t actually hear but found utterly delightful.
And so, every time Dennis starts to get a little grumpier, Robby lets him sleep a little longer, making coffee and eggs just the way Dennis likes them, before waking him up.
They order food so Dennis doesn’t have to cook (because Robby might be able to scramble a couple of eggs, but it’s better if he stays away from the stove), and Robby then clears the table and washes the dishes, before giving Dennis a shoulder massage -which immediately relaxes him- and then they curl up on the couch, with Dennis not wanting to go to bed right away because he feels lonely without Robby and dozes off as soon as the TV turns on.
And Robby loves those moments because Dennis completely lets his guard down. It wasn’t always like this. At first, Dennis never complained -too worried that Robby would get tired of him- but little by little, when Dennis realized that Robby wasn’t going anywhere, he opened up more and more, and Robby loves this more than he can say.
Plus, there’s also the upside of always having Dennis in his arms, with Dennis resting his head on his shoulder and breathing on his neck.
one that understands that undoing toxic masculinity relies heavily on good, healthy depictions of male friendship where they are capable of talking to each other about their feelings and recognizing when their friends aren't doing well, where they can ask one another straight up if they are thinking about suicide and have it be a platonic expression of the love that they do inherently have for each other, and normalizing the idea that it is not gay/embarrassing/feminine for male friends to tell each other that they love each other
and one that LOVES the idea of two older guys with prior heterosexual relationships finding something deeply profound and romantic with one another and using that bond to pull each other back from the brink time and time again and understanding that while this is not the relationship that defined them in their younger years it is 100% the relationship that is going to define them for the rest of their lives
Just something that Dennis posted to after he got into the world of omegaverse, tagged a cheeky, 'pagingdr0mega'. Just shit posts about his nest and how hard it is to be an omega in this world.
And then it extended to the toys as well; knotting dildos, flavored lubes, pheromone perfumes. When Jack was out of town one of the first things he did was set up a nest on their bed to curl up in for the next couple nights. It was a little thing just for him- sometimes under the influence of an edible, sometimes not, curled up in his nest and working a thick knot into his hole to squirm and clench around. If he was feeling up for a clean up, he'd use a squirting dildo so he could feel the warmth swelling in his core.
Jack wasn't supposed to learn about it. There wasn't a non-awkward way to tell your chronically offline partner what omegaverse was that didn't make Dennis want to shrivel up into a hole and die from embarrassment.
Usually he could predict Jack's trips like clockwork. He'd leave Friday morning then be home by Sunday afternoon. Two nights of squirming around in Jack's hoodies and boxers while imagining the man of the hour plastered along his back and giving him the ride of his life before he had to clean it all up.
He knew he didn't fuck up the timing. Jack had come home early.
Had come up stairs at 8 am ready to climb in bed for a little while and enjoy surprising his partner just to see him curled up in a fabric doughnut , splayed out with a colorful little circle nestled into his hole that clued him in to a fun night home alone.
It doesn't take much before Jack's got the end of the dildo between his fingers and jostling it gently just to watch his sleeping boyfriend squirm and whine. Look down with a curious glance to see the resistance to his gentle ministrations, see the colorful silicone that stretches his hole that makes Dennis groan softly.
It doesn't take long for Dennis to start stirring, moaning properly and burying his face into one of Jack's hoodies. He even whimpers for Jack to breed him, which makes something stir low and hot in his gut.
"Sugar I don't think we've got the parts for that." And Dennis frowns and blinks a bit and freezes
"Jack-!"
"Having a good dream, baby? Seems like you had fun in here-"
"-omigod let me clean up Jesus I'm so sorry-"
Dennis doesn't know it of course, but Jack's search history that night is pretty revealing;
Fabric circle in bed
Fabric ring on bed
Fabric nest
nesting
nesting not pregnant woman
What are omegas
What is omegaverse
Dennis can't help but cover his face in embarrassment when Jack brings it up the next morning, "No baby, c'mon, I'm open to it, I just wanna talk about it first-"
He's certainly reaping the benefits of it later when Jack had him folded in half in bed, wearing a cock sheath and cooing in his ear about how he's "gonna breed his pretty omega so good, give him as many babies as he wants-"
One of my absolute favourite "first kiss" situations for Rabbot takes place when Jack and Robby are having that argument across Robby's bike in the ambulance bay.
Like in the canon, Robby is refusing to listen, shutting down all Jack (and Dana's) concerns. Shooting back at his friend that he's "not the one that spends his free time getting shot at, HOO-AH."
(At this point, the ambulance with the C-section patient never comes in. So they don't move the conversation away from the bike)
Robby just starts exclaiming things like "Where I go, or what I do, in my time off is not yours, or Dana's, or anyone else's business."
Angrily gritting out "And I don't know why you're so determined to keep me here like some mutt you don't trust to let off its leash"
Jack can only listen to so much of it before he just snaps.
Both of his hands shoot out over the Bonneville. Latching firmly onto Robby's collar. With no gentleness or grace whatsoever, he tugs Robby in for a firm kiss.
It's mainly smushing their lips together and trying to convey every ounce of "because I love you, you fucking idiot" that he can into the kiss.
Robby's uncertain hands flail around for a second before settling on Jack's own scrubs. He grips the fabric in his fists so tight that Jack half expects to be shoved back; he braces himself physically and emotionally for the rejection.
But Robby seems in a state of paralysis. His fists tremble in their hold on the black material. He takes loud shaky breaths in through his nose. His lips quiver against Jack's own like he can't decide what to do.
Not pulling their lips apart, Jack reaches one hand up, and tries to soothe Robby by petting the hair at the back of his neck. Rubbing small circles there like he's settling an anxious puppy.
The calm steady touch seems to reboot Robby's brain. Because all of a sudden Jack is being tugged sideways around the bike and being walked backwards with focus.
His friend doesn't stop until they're both tucked around the corner of the hospital building. They're on a tiny paved path. The giant wall of the hospital on one side, and a line of knee high shrubs bordering a mowed patch of grass on the other.
Once he'd pulled back briefly (holding Jack at arm's length and peering out at the bay to check they were out of sight) Robby pins Jack against the wall and snogs him with all the energy he received earlier; but with none of the desperation.
He kisses Jack with the firm confidence that he will be kissed back. And he was.
Their lips meet hotly over and over. Their hands make trails all over each other. Grasping or cradling each patch for a few seconds before desperately needing to feel more. Barely an inch of fabric, skin or hair went unexplored.
They could have been there, making out like teenagers, for minutes or hours. They would be none the wiser. It wasn't until they heard the distant chatter in the direction of the ED entrance that they were pulled suddenly from their haze.
That didn't stop them holding each other close though. Robby's hands now cradling Jack's head while raking his fingers through the curls he found there. Meanwhile, Jack held both of Robby's shoulders. He alternated trailing his hands up and down them in sweeping strokes, and massaging them with gentle squeezes to the tense muscles there.
Just as their hands were attached to the other like magnets, they couldn't take their eyes off each other either.
They'd need to get back to the ED soon. Not a great look for the hospital PR wise if anyone dies because 2 out of 3 of the attendings on shift are busy playing tonsil tennis when they should be working.
Of course there would be conversations to be had later. Revelations to uncover. Feelings to confess. Worries to share.
But two things were for certain.
They both had so many wonderful things to see.
And so many ways to love each other ahead of them.
headcanon that robby calls dennis *so* many pet names, but one of dennis's favourites is "pretty thing" because the first time robby called him it they were laying in bed, snuggled together post orgasm, and the older man had stroked him on the arm and said
"are you feeling good, pretty thing?"
and it was said with so much unfiltered love and devotion in his eyes that dennis felt more beautiful and happy than he ever had in all his years in broken bow put together.
so now dennis is robby's pretty thing, forever and ever.
"Are you looking for a hybrid with a developed speech capability?"
The pet store attendant- Jim, says his puppy paw print adorned tag- asks them, pen poised above his notepad.
"Yes, if possible."
A box gets ticked.
Jack has done his research. Ever since Robby has shown an interest in hybrid ownership he's been studiously looking up the different kinds of hybrids available, Hey Mike, you more of a cat, dog or bunny person would you say? and hybrid care How to care for your hybrid- 5 Myths about cages (hint- they're not a punishment). Unbeknown to this poor attendant, they are not here to just ooo and aah at the cute little ears and tails.
No, Jack has this shit on lock.
He knows they want a puppy-hybrid, not too young, but still energetic enough, none of this 'virgin' shit- Jack wants a rescue, something to sink his teeth into. Robby wants something sweet off the batt, something he can dote on and hand feed and love. Lets hope they find a compromise. He likes the idea too- bleeding heart that he is- of taking in something that needs a little extra love. A male hybrid too- an omega (Robby's preference). Jack had frowned at that. He doesn't really miss pussy, but there was a moment of insecurity with that when he realised Robby might. Still, Robby's been struggling a little lately, and if a wet little hybrid-omega pussy is going to cheer him up then fine. The only real strong preference Jack has that Robby is indifferent on is speech capability. Robby would be happy without it, but the thing is they can train that into him and have the best of both world. So he knows when Jack's at work he can't speak dogs don't speak Jack, they bark and he knows he can when Jack's home I'm not yapping to myself all night Michael. He doesn't want a stupid dog.
Jack relays most of this to the attendant, who studiously nods and notes some things down. "Okay, boy you guys sure do know what you want huh? Makes a nice change."
He leads them through to the back, where the big windows are casting rays of light down on the shared play area. It's a cute sight, Jack has to admit. He's never really been into the whole hybrid craze, but seeing the little bunnygirls curled up around the catboys and the puppy's play growling and tugging ropes between them. Yeah, cute.
Robby looks fucking enamoured too, sucker.
"Okay so we have a couple of options…" Jim takes them around to meet a few hybrids, who are nice and everything, but largely indifferent. Jack would have happily adopted any of them, but Robby- when he was a wee kid- once had a puppy jump into his arms and snuggle into his neck. He still laments to Jack that his bubbe didn't have the capacity to keep it and him, and Jack thinks that he's secretly wanting to recreate that here. God, he wants it for Robby too.
Robby outright veto's the one that growls at him, though Jack would have also taken a crack at that one. He's grown up with dogs, see, back in the mountains. He knows how to set down rules and guidance in a way he thinks Robby would be terrible at. And really, with some of these hybrids, their animal nature runs closer to the surface than one might think.
They see him when Robby starts to flag. Well, Jack sees him first. The hybrid is laid out in a corner on some blankets, stretching his arms above his head and yawning so hard it ends in a little yip. He's in the sun like a cat, but that's definitely puppy ears on his head between those would be curls. Maybe with Jack's curl cream they would. Fuck, he even looks a little like Jack in med school. Definitely Robby's type then. The stretch pulls up his t-shirt, giving Jack a look at the taught stretch of his little stomach. Very cute. He nods his head and Robby follows his line of sight.
Like fate, when he looks over the hybrid blinks open his sleepy eyes and perks up, floppy ears twitching and his head raising. He smiles over at Robby and his little tail starts to wag. Robby, predictably, melts.
"Oh hey buddy." Robby grins, leaning down and crouches next to Dennis, whose whole body wiggles as he shakes his tail.
"Oh, Dennis." The attendant says, tapping his clipboard. "Hmm-"
"Hmm?"
"Well, he does fit you're needs. He can speak, male omega, he's twenty seven."
Dennis clearly gets fed up of waiting for Robby and buts his head straight into his chest, huffing as Robby brings a delighted hand to his ears to pet him.
"Okay… so?" Jack raises his eyebrow.
"Dennis is…a slightly more complicated case. Bought for farm work as a pup, raised with the family in Nebraska, but presented late as an omega. The owner has put a pretty- a pretty exceptionally high price tag on him, shipped him over here I think in an attempt to fool some city slicker. Financial trouble I think. Hoping to get him sold as a breeding omega, but he's a little too old for the price tag on him, despite being a virgin."
"Huh, and how much are we talking?"
Robby is laughing now as Dennis wiggles and rolls about and shows Robby his belly, stretching out again as Robby says 'big stretch puppy wow.'
Jim names the price Dennis' owner has set, and Jack winces. It's more than double what he'd expected, way too high for what Dennis is, but then who the fuck cares about that. They both have way too much money to know what to do with, and they're not breeders or traders, he just wants a pup that will make his partner think twice about stepping near the fucking edge of the roof again.
"Are we sure he can speak?"
"Ah, well most people prefer them not to. So we advise them to stay quiet during the meet and greet stage of adoption."
"Sure."
"It's sad really. He's such a good boy, we've never really had any trouble with him at all, but the price just-"
"I think if my partner agrees then we'd be interested." Jack interrupts, as he watches the boy giggle as Robby scruffs him about a bit. "Is there any room for negotiation on price?"
"I'm sorry- his owner was very clear on that. He's been rotated around five stores already. Due to be moved on next week."
Jack winces. Poor little pup.
"Michael?" Robby peers over his shoulder, hand stilling in Dennis' ears. Dennis stills too, looking up at him, over his crossed arms and raised brow and bites at his lip, ears going back a little. "What do you think?"
"Jack." He breathes out. Yeah, he thought so.
"Okay, we'll take him."
Dennis' tail stars wagging so hard that Jack thinks he might take off. He yips excitedly and he can't help but smile down at the kid.
"What a day hey Dennis!" Jim laughs too, reaching down to pet Dennis' ears. "You want a little more time or are you happy to start the paperwork?"
"Why don't you go ahead Mike and get us started while I say hi to Dennis here?" Jack offers. He still hasn't heard the kid speak yet. Although he's not sure he could stop Robby wanting him even if Jim was wrong and he couldn't.
When the two men move to the side and Robby starts giving out their information Jack tentatively reaches out his hand, palm towards Dennis. The kid considers him for a second or two, much longer than Robby, but then butts his head into Jack's hand and hums delightedly when Jack scritches at his ears.
"There we go kiddo. So, Jim tells me you know how to speak?" Dennis looks at him cautiously. "It's okay, I know you were told it's better to stay quiet? But I'm looking for a hybrid who can."
Slowly, Dennis leans back to peer up at him, but not so far as to dislodge Jack's hand. "Hi."
"Hi." Jack laughs. "My names Jack, that over there is Robby, or Michael. Or sometimes I call him Mike."
"Thats a lot of names, I'm just Dennis." He tilts his head to the side and his ears flop.
"Yeah, I'm just Jack too kid."
"Are you really going to adopt me?"
"Well, that depends on you buddy."
"Me?"
"It's not just our choice." He runs his hand from the base to the tip of Dennis' ear. "Michael is super excited because he's been wanting to adopt a hybrid for a while, you'll have to excuse him, but that's why he has me right? I want to see if this is what you want to."
"Yep!" Dennis bounces on his heels. "For sure."
"Hold up there buddy." Jack laughs. "I know you've been waiting a while for this, but it would make me feel better, personally, if I told you what it would be like if you came home with us, and then you can make an informed decision. I…hybrid ownership has never been on my radar before, so it's all a little new for me. Can you do that for me?"
Dennis tilts his head the other way, and his ears flop again. He considers, biting his lip. "Okay, yeah. I can do that."
"Good boy. Okay, we both work at the hospital in the emergency department, I work nights and Robby works days, so they'll be someone at home most of the time. We live near a nice park-" Dennis' ears perk up. "-and I like to run if you think you can keep up with me. We go hiking sometimes in the woods, and have a nice little yard. But also… you grew up on a farm right? Farm work is a little different to being a house pet…"
Dennis bites at his lip. His canines are a little longer than usual. "You can say it. I know that owners have sex with house pets, not like working hybrids. I presented a little late, and then my da- my owner. He uh, I think wanted to sell me to a breeder, so I haven't had sex or anything," he says, fast. "-and they didn't want me to do anything to like impact that sale? So I haven't touched myself a lot or anything but I know what house pets are expected to do, 'specially omegas… can I tell you something though?"
Makes it a little easier. Dennis sure isn't stupid. "Sure bud."
"Sometimes when the others are getting adopted, the older rescues who have already had sex, they uh- they play with them here? And sometimes I wish that was me. I've touched myself um- twice? Just on the outside, and it was so good but then they made me stop. And they always look like they're having a lot of fun."
Dennis is bright red, squirming and looking down.
"Yeah puppy? You gonna be our good boy and let us make you feel good too?"
"Please? Do you um- I know Robby was interested but do you think I'm… attractive?"
Jack laughs, scruffing his ears. "Very much pup. What about us? How do you feel about us?"
Dennis flushes nearly twice as much. Beet red to match the blanket he was sprawled about on.
"Well I guess that answers that well enough. You were practically crawling in Robby's lap earlier. None of the other hybrids were doing that. So, you wanna come home with us Den?"
trans dennis whitaker at a gathering at robby’s house for ‘boy’s night’ with robby, jack, frank, and brendon.
they’re using robby’s small hot top that fits 4 people, but dennis isn’t as big as the others and manages to fit, except he’s kinda of in an awkward in-between space, sandwiched by robby and jack, with basically no space to move.
worse, one of the jets opposite of him is somehow, someway, aimed directly at his crotch and hits his clit through his swim trunks.
he has to sit there, body warmed by the water and the heat radiating from his two crushes coworkers bosses’ skin, surrounded by, let’s be honest, sleazy men, all while trying to ignore the stimulation between his legs as to not cum.
it doesn’t help that these men spend all night teasing him about the little blush on his cheeks and the way he seems out of breath…
Dennis being to nervous to masturbate at his boyfriends' house. Afraid Jack and Robby might find it offensive, they're older after all they can't always keep up with his libido. So he hides it. Sneaking touches in the shower, using the spray of the shower on his aching clit. Muffling his noises with his other hand biting his palm desperate to stay quiet.
Dennis getting to caught up in pleasure and letting his hand loosen slightly. Forcing Jack And Robby to hear muffled moans and gasps. Touching themselves to the sounds and adding a higher pressure shower head to their cart.
thinking about robby being swaddled again so um. agere little!robby and jack taking care of him. this is just all softness and caretaking of all my fav varieties okay have fun!!
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Jack was was washing dishes when he heard Robby come through the front door. "In the kitchen, Mike!"
Robby walked in soon after, heading straight for Jack.
"Hi, dear, missed you," Jack said as he leaned in to kiss Robby. Except, the other man turned his face before Jack could kiss him, dodging his lips. Jack chuckled a little, trying to mask his confusion, "What? No kiss from my husband?"
"Can kiss m' cheek," Robby said quietly, not quite looking at Jack, his voice shy.
Recognition washed over Jack's face. He leaned in again, this time to kiss Robby's cheek as requested before speaking, "You feeling small tonight, bubba?"
Robby's cheeks were flushed red as he nodded slowly, still not making eye contact with Jack.
"Okay, thank you for telling me, Mikey," Jack said, his hand rubbing Robby's forearm soothingly. "How about we go get cleaned up before dinner? You can sit on the bench with me in the shower."
"With Daddy?" Robby asked, finally turning to look at Jack with big, pleading eyes.
"Yeah, bubba, with Daddy," Jack said with a smile. "C'mon let's go the bathroom." He grabbed Robby's hand as he started walking down to their bedroom. He was very grateful he had put his prosthesis on to cook that evening, knowing how much Robby liked to always have contact with Jack when he was small.
Once in their bedroom, Jack walked them over to the dresser to pick out clothes. "Do you want a t-shirt or a sweater, bubba?" Jack asked, he had already pulled out a pair of soft shorts for Robby, the ones he always liked to wear when he was feeling small.
"Sweater, please," Robby responded softly.
Jack squeezed his hand encouragingly before finding one of his old, oversized crew necks that was soft from years of wear, "How about this one?"
"Daddy's?" Robby asked, his voice betraying his excitement at getting to wear something of Jack's.
"Yeah, baby," Jack said with a smile. He quickly grabbed a t-shirt and shorts for himself before leading them into the bathroom. "Mikey do you think you can wait here so I can go get my wheelchair for after we get all clean?" Jack asked as he guided Robby to sit on their changing bench.
Robby nodded, "Can be good."
"You're always good, bubba," Jack said, leaning down to kiss Robby's forehead, "Always."
Jack returned after just a few minutes, parking his chair near the bench for transferring later. Before taking his prosthesis off, he helped Robby undress. "Arms up," Jack instructed, "Good job, bubba."
The shower was relatively quick and easy. Jack helping Robby wash and Robby wanting to help Jack too (which Jack always found adorable).
He helped Robby dry off and get dressed. Admiring how adorable his boy looked wrapped up in his sweater, "You're so cute, Mikey," he praised, making Robby blush.
Once they were both dressed and Jack had transferred to his wheelchair, Jack led them out of the bathroom. "Let's go get some food, baby, I put stew on in the crockpot."
Robby nodded slowly, but he looked uncertain, standing close to Jack's chair but not moving.
"Do you want to hold onto the back of Daddy's chair baby? I'm sorry I can't hold your hand right now."
Robby nodded more eagerly now, loosely holding one of the handles on the back of the chair. Just enough contact to feel safe, not so much that it would interfere with Jack's movement.
They ate dinner quietly. Robby had pushed his chair as close to Jack's as possible. Jack kept his left hand on Robby's thigh for their entire meal, a constant reminder that he was here.
Once they finished eating, Jack gathered their dishes and packed away leftovers into tupperware. All the while with Robby following close behind like a little shadow.
When he was finished Jack turned to face Robby, "Let's go brush our teeth and get cozy in bed, Mikey. Daddy can wrap you up in your special blanket, how does that sound?"
"Want that," Robby replied, nodding excitedly.
After finishing their nighttime routines they made their way towards the bed together. Jack had put his prosthesis back on temporarily so he could get Robby tucked into bed more easily.
"Let's get your sweater off, bubba, don't want you getting too warm," Jack said as he guided Robby to raise his arms and allow Jack to pull the sweater off. He retrieved Robby's "special blanket" (a lightweight thing that was large enough for Robby's body) from where it was kept folded on the bench at the foot of the bed.
As Jack walked back to where Robby was sitting on the edge of the bed, Robby was reaching out for Jack. Once close enough, he wrapped his arms around Jack's torso and shoved his face into Jack's chest.
"Mikey, baby, I'm gonna wrap you up, okay bubba?" Jack said with a chuckle. " You can cuddle up with Daddy soon I promise."
Robby grumbled but released Jack, giving him space to pull the comforter back and lay the blanket down.
"Can you lay on your blanket for me, bubba?"
Robby was eager to comply, laying down in the center.
"Do you want arms out or tucked in?" Jack asked, knowing how his boy liked to hold onto him at times.
Robby didn't say anything but he lifted one arm above his head, which was enough of an answer for Jack.
Jack made quick work of wrapping Robby up, swaddling him tightly.
Robby exhaled deeply when Jack was done, "Thank you, Daddy."
"Anytime, bubba," Jack said as he leaned down to kiss Robby's forehead. He made his way to the other side of the bed, removing his prosthesis for the final time, shucking off his own t-shirt, and getting under the comforter with Robby. "Ready for cuddles, Mikey?"
Robby nodded eagerly, reaching for Jack with his free arm.
Jack smiled at his boy as he helped Robby get settled against Jack. He was tucked up against Jack's side, with his free arm wrapped around Jack's torso.
"Daddy?" Robby asked softly.
"Yeah bubba?"
"Book?"
"You want me to read to you?"
Robby nodded into Jack's side where his head rested.
"Okay, let's see where we left off," Jack said as he reached for the e-reader he kept on his nightstand. Robby struggled with having too many physical "kid" items when he felt small, so storybooks on the e-reader was the perfect solution for him.
Jack read softly to Robby for a while, eventually stopping when he felt the breaths against his skin even out. He set the e-reader aside and clicked off the lamp.
Jack adjusted himself and Robby so they were lying down fully, kissed Robby's hair softly as he whispered, "Good night, bubba, love you so much."
Robby stirred slightly, looking up at Jack with sleepy eyes, "'Ove you too, Daddy," before tucking his head back into Jack's chest.
