The Stray Omega

Bossy

"How do your stitches feel?" Scott asked. He walked into the room with Bailey in his arms.

"A little sore. The doctor is supposed to come and exchange them for fresh ones. Then he'll change again next week then I'll be able to go home."

"That's good, love. Want to hold Bailey?"

Mitch nodded and head his hands out, Scott placing the baby in his Omega's hands. He held the baby close, smiling as he did so. Scott climbed into the bed and laid on his side. He placed one hand on Mitch's thighs and stared down at the baby and the way his Omega held the Beta with care.

"So, what'd the doctor say about the seizure?"

"Well, it was definitely caused by some stress and reoccurring nightmares. An odd mix but it's whatever."

Mitch looked up with furrowed brows. "Alpha, what are stressed about?"

"Just the kids in general." Scott leaned does, gently running his knuckle over Bailey's soft cheeks. "I'm a little scared of not being a good dad, or not being able to protect you from burglars or whatever. Is what my nightmares are of."

Mitch leaned his head against Scott's shoulder. "Alpha, it's going to alright. I trust you to be a good dad. It's why I chose to have the pups with you."

"I know, love... The doctor is going to prescribe me with some medicine." Scott said, he leaned his head to the side and kissed Mitch's forehead. "Nothing to worry about, baby."

Mitch scooted over to sit under Scott's arm and he placed the sleeping baby back in his Alpha's arms. He jumped lightly when he felt Scott's had on the left side of his waist but snuggled into the touch with a smile.

- 3-4 months later -

"Alpha? The formula is here!" Mitch called, slowly going down the stairs to meet the delivery man at the elevator.

"My wallet's on the counter!" Scott called back. Mitch grabbed the wallet and took out the bank card, rushing back to the man to pay for the bags of formula. He then thanked the man and waited for him to leave before putting the wallet and card back on the counter.

He quickly made three formula bottles and warmed them up in the microwave before hurrying back up to the nursery. There he saw Scott putting a fresh diaper on Cody and dressing him in a onesie.

"You know, Cody is the quietest out of all of them." Scott said, holding Cody in his arms and turning to Mitch who was in the doorway.

Mitch hummed and handed Scott a formula bottle. "Do you mind feeding him for me? He never lets me do it."

"He likes being with his Daddy." Mitch rolled his eyes with a chuckle and went to the crib to grab Quinn. He sat in the chair next to Scott and tucked his feet under his bottom as he fed Quinn her bottle.

"Isn't she the reason we ran out of the formula? Little piggy." Scott said, reaching over with one hand and tickling Quinn's cheek.

"Don't call my baby fat. She needs her milk to become a big strong Alpha, like her Dad." Mitch mimicked and stuck his tongue out.

"You know, this isn't as bad as I thought it was. Bailey likes sleeping a majority of the time, Cody enjoys being with me when you need a nap and you feed Quinn when I get Cody to sleep and I need my rest. It's like a routine."

Scott smiled and set the empty bottle to the side to place Cody over his shoulder and burp him. He then winced when he felt a warm, squishy substance going down his back.

Mitch gasped and laughed when Scott stood up. "I can see why Cody likes being with you." Cody gurgled and burped, reaching up to toy with Scott's beard. Scott set Cody in his crib and took his shirt off, wincing at the smell.

"Get it out of here, it reeks." Mitch covered his nose.

"Yeah, yeah. Cody will fall asleep on his own, I'll be back to help with Quinn." Scott said, he leaned down and kissed Mitch, Quinn spilling milk down the face of her face when she whined. "How jealous." Scott leaned down and kissed Quinn's forehead then left the room. Mitch reached for the burp towel and wiped the side of Quinn's face before throwing the towel over his shoulder. He waited until Quinn finished her bottle to burp her and stand up. Scott came into the room, sniffing his armpits.

"Hey, stop sniffing yourself. That's a weird habit of yours." Mitch said, snapping his fingers in front of Scott's face. Scott slipped his shirt on and took Quinn to take him to the changing table. He swaddled the child up and placed her in the crib to rock it gently, Quinn falling asleep very soon.

"Such a good dad." Mitch smiled, walking over and wrapping his arm around Scott's waist. He went to kiss Scott's back but waved his hand over his nose. "You still smell. Want to take a shower while the kids are asleep?"

"Do we get to have a little bit of fun while we do so?"

"After you wash your back."

"You've gotten really bossy since we had the kids," Scott turned around and picked Mitch up onto his waist. ", I like it," He smirked and kissed Mitch's neck. ", Also, you smell like baby formula."

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