An Omega's Business

Birdie at the Window

The pregnant omega cuddled up perfectly in the center of his nest. Jason rarely nested, and when he did they were sloppy and weren't personal.

But with his hormones all miss-matched and sentimental while his body demanded that his instincts get into gear.

It wasn't as if he had anything better to do. His nest was small but layered, heavily layered, and color coordinated. Deep reds, soft oranges, and light dashes of pink scatter in such an organized randomness only an omega could accomplish.

An entire pile of sheets and pillows and blankets and even some plushies. Made from only the softest material of his "pack-mates" belongings. Jason didn't consider himself apart of the pack per say but since he wasn't apart of one full time his body was choosing for him.

Damian had immediately returned with his pile, followed by Tim with his singular t-shirt and some rags (really he had just brought his laundry) of which Jason declined but was given to him anyway. Betas didn't have the same reaction to rejection as alphas and omegas, no aggression or depression, just acceptance.

But the real prize were the bit of shirts and shorts that belonged to Dick. Damian scored them on his second trip here and they've been in Jason's nest since. The scent of Dick was fresh and strong. It was comforting, maybe more than it should have been.

Dick was the only full grown alpha in the pack he could feel relaxed around. Dick was annoying, and Jason would never ever see him as his alpha, or allow Dick to be the alpha of any pack he was in. But he'd trust Dick with his life if he had to, and further more with his unborn's if it came down to that. Only because he knew Dick was too selfless for his own good and his child's safety would be assured.

But it was more than that. He trusted Dick. Maybe not with a secret because Dick was a blabber-mouth. But trusted him in a way he couldn't explain.

Jason didn't really have a lot of options however. He didn't trust alphas in general, they made him stressed or down right fearful. There were few alpha scents that comforted him. And alphas he didn't know were on that list of straight up discomfort. Which meant Cass.

Barbra was ok, but her presence didn't do anything for him. He was cool with her but she wasn't close enough to him to be in his nest.

Then there was Bruce, the head-alpha. Jason was familiar with Bruce, yes, but his scent alone made him tense, or uncomfortable. His relationship with Bruce was a lot more than complicated, and he DID NOT want the alpha's scent in his nest whilst carrying. Even when presented with the alpha's coat he declined, even still he was given the piece of clothing anyway of which he swiftly threw in the garbage unlike Tim's pile or laundry.

His nest was not the average omegan haven, but it was the most comfortable nest Jason has rested in a long time and the best he has ever and will ever make.

Jason, drowsy and relaxed sank softly into the most comfortable section of his nest. Damian's belongings layered closest to his face, and instinctual choice in his subconscious he knew. Damian was still considered a pup, and thus Jason reacted to his scent better in this state.

The boy's clothing along with his own pillows cradled him sweetly.

Right as he was on the verge of drifting off a familiar tap was at his window. A reoccurring sound he'd gotten used to since Tim's first arrival.

He groaned and sat up slowly.

"Go away." He grumbled with a whine, and sank back down.

His eye began to flutter close, again betas knew nothing of rejection and just accepted no or yes.