Christmas Baby Prt 10
Bruce was nose deep in the baby book of the day when Alfred knocked on his door in the morning, almost a week after Damian had arrived on the door step of Wayne Manor.
“Master Bruce, breakfast is ready,” The butler announces.
Bruce doesn’t look up from his reading, but does lets out a mumbled reply.
Alfred leaves, no doubt to start the process of waking Dick up. Usually the teen was a morning person, chirpy and ready for the day, but Bruce had heard the teen still up and about at 4 in the morning.
Dick was fully indulging in not having to wake up early to go to school, staying up late and chatting with his Teen Titans teammates.
Alfred will no doubt ‘encourage’ Bruce to start back giving Dick a bedtime when Winter Break is near its end.
In his crib, one the other side of the bed, Damian grows bored of his toy and pulls himself to his feet. His pacifier is pulled out of his mouth by one pudgy hand and chunked on the floor.
“Guh,” Damian states, shaking the railing of his crib.
Bruce would love to finish his book before breakfast, but Damian had been patient for three whole minutes, so he closes it and goes to pick up his son.
“Hungry?”
“Nhng.”
“Hn, me to.”