A/N: I DO listen to my readers… sometimes… ;) No, but seriously, completely unexpectedly so many of you let me know that you really liked Breeding Trouble and wanted to see more from that universe, so as soon as I finished "The Good Boy" (which is getting published every Sunday, first chapter is up… and as I asked you to keep your pants on about it last chapter I guess you can take your pants off now…) I focused on giving you a bit more from this universe… I may suck at replying to reviews nowadays (and I will keep sucking at it, because actual writing has to take priority as I have so little spare time) but I read everyone and I make both mental and actual notes of ideas, what you like and what you dislike. I can't please everyone, of course, but I wanted to do this for those of you who liked this universe so here you go… 11 more pages of mpreg… ;)

Breeding Trouble 2

"Are you ready?"

They were half naked –the important parts− and Robin snorted at Slade's question. He had never been so ready to have a foreign object shoved into his body. "I've never been so wet in my life," he said, trying to push against the man so he'd get to work quicker.

"You're wet, alright… gotta love carriers…" Slade chuckled.

"Fill me up alred-aaaahhhnngggg mmmmmm!" the young man forgot how language was done for a while there. On the other hand, so did his mate. They communicated mostly with moans and grunts for the next couple of minutes until Robin, very quickly, came. Then the man buried himself as deep as he could in his mate and a moment later the teen started to moan.

"You're… you're… growing…. it's… god… biiig…!"

"And it will be much bigger. Shhh… don't worry… it's just my knot. It just makes sure everything stays inside while I come… and no one can take my place," the man added with a chuckle.

"Oh… god…" Robin grunted. "Oh… it's… god…" a moment later the teen started moving his hips and his moans got short and needy. "Rubbing my… I'm… I'm gonna come againnnnhhhh!" He then seemed to have several short orgasms until the bulge on Slade's cock had shrunken enough to slip out.

"That…. that was the best thing ever!" the teen beamed. "We're going to do that a lot!"

When they walked back to the party it was pretty clear to everyone present what had happened. Not only because of the ruffled, dirty clothes, Robin's huge grin and Slade's smug expression, but as humanity now had an enhances sense of smell, capable of picking up on human pheromones much better than it used to, there was no doubt about who had claimed who.

"Oh, no," Bruce grunted as they approached him.

"Bruce!" Robin hissed, and got even closer entwined in Slade's arms, "You allowed the mating, remember?"

"Yes. When I didn't think it would happen," the man muttered. "But fine. The captain has splendid genes, at least that's what everyone else keeps telling me. Congratulations. Are you staying here until the heat is over, Captain Wilson?"

"Actually-" Slade began.

"I'm moving in with him!" Robin interrupted, unable to keep the news to himself any longer.

"We're going to have a mate-bond relationship," Slade filled in.

"I see." Bruce didn't look happy about that.

"Please, don't be angry, I just want to be with my mate!" the young man told him.

"It reflects badly on me. Like I can't take care of even a single carrier under my roof," the billionaire muttered. "It's also untraditional-"

"I care little for tradition. I want Robin with me. Him and our children. I'm sure you know I mean no disrespect to you."

The idea of marriage, of two people living monogamously together for the rest of their lives, had slowly broken up. Some still did it, but it was more common for male and female carriers to stay with their family or move in with carrier friends and form collectives where they helped each other raise the children. As it was the carrier's decision to mate, the child was also their responsibility, but instead of 'single-parent-shaming' they were supported as close to heroes by the community. Some males stuck around and shared in the upbringing of their children and those usually had claiming contracts to prove their parental status, but they had no moral or monetary obligation to do so. Even carriers from poor families were well provided for when they decided to raise a family. The concept of falling in love was, of course, not completely dead, but families were no longer a closed social construct and could involve a large number of people, all focused on the most important part of society; the children.

Slade would have none of that though. He didn't plan on letting Robin live away from him, where other males could try to woo him, and he certainly planned to be there for their children. He had always been a bit old fashioned in that regard and therefore not mated with any carriers in heat. He wanted to wait until he found the right one. And now he had. He discovered that he had been staring into those intoxicating blue eyes for the last couple of minutes and therefore had no idea what Bruce Wayne might have said. He blinked and looked up just as the businessman threw out his hands.

"You're impossible to talk to now. Fine. We'll speak when the heat is over," the billionaire sighed and walked away.

"What was that?" Robin said, and looked around, equally dazed.

"Nothing important, I'm sure. Let's go home," Slade smiled.

Alfred packed a bag of clothes for Robin to last a week or so. Nothing else was needed at the moment. The young man than hugged both the butler and his guardian before happily leaving with the man of his dreams.

Fifteen minutes later Robin was looking around Slade's apartment.

"Is this the servant's part?" he asked. "Where is the master bedroom?"

"You were just in there."

"No, no, I was in a guest bedroom, the small one over there? This is a strange layout," he added, turning around.

"That is the master bedroom. And what you see is the rest of the apartment."

"I… what?" Robin blinked.

"What did you expect, a mansion? I may be the captain of the City Watch, but I'm not your billionaire guardian."

"Oh. Oh, I see. So I'm not getting my own bedroom, then?"

"Did you want one?"

"Well, it's… traditional?"

"I'm going to keep you in my bed where you belong," Slade leered. "You wouldn't get much use out of a bed of your own anyway."

Robin snickered and came up to the man, winding his arms around his middle. "You're right, it would be a waste," he said. "Where do your servants live, though?"

"I send my laundry out and once a week a cleaning crew comes in. I don't have any servants."

"What, not even a butler?"

"No."

"Then… who makes your sandwiches?"

"Ah… I have a lot to teach you, little rich boy," the captain sighed. "But first-" he hoisted the young man up on his shoulder, "-first let's make sure you're pregnant, okay?"

"Okay!" Robin laughed. "Hey, but where will the baby live, then?"

"Alright, alright, we'll get a new place! But you're still not getting a bedroom!"

"I can live with that… and without a butler too. Probably," Robin added a bit hesitantly.

Later, in bed, Robin snuggled up to his mate.

"I'm sorry I sounded so spoiled… you have such a high standing in society, I just assumed you lived like us."

"Well, I focus on my job. This is just a place I come to, to sleep and eat. It has been much easier to live in a small space. More functional."

"All that is about to change, though…" Robin said seriously. "I know I have to adapt, but so do you. I don't want to be something you just come home to and fuck. I want to mean more than that."

"Of course you do and so do I. I'm going to reduce my hours. I've already gotten automatic paid leave as you're my mate and in heat, I just need to hand some things over tomorrow, and maybe work a couple of hours or so a day if they need me to. We can start looking for a bigger place tomorrow if you want."

"I'd love to! I need to stop by my university as well; I only have a few classes left before training starts."

"Training? Training for what?"

Robin grinned "You don't know? I'm joining the City Guard!"

"What?"

"I'm the best fighter in the academy, and I'm at the top of my class academically as well. Of course I won't work while I'm pregnant and such, but-"

"You're the best fighter at the academy?"

"Yes?"

"You are?"

Robin gave the man a look which Slade would learn to heed in the years to come. "Wanna go?"

"Excuse me?"

"Do you want to fight me? Half contact? First to ten?"

"I'd rather fuck you than fight you…" Slade started. "But this I got to see."

"I'll be damned…" It was half an hour later and Slade was standing in the middle of his living room, wondering where that last kick had come from.

"Ten-nine! I win!" Robin hooted.

"Why couldn't you have been an accountant? Now I have to worry about you even more," Slade muttered and pulled his new life companion in for a kiss.

"So you don't mind?"

"As long as you're not pregnant, how can I mind? And even while pregnant, there's always work to be done off the streets."

"Desk work?" Robin scrunched his nose up.

"Don't look like that. It's in the office most cases get cracked. The puzzles in there take a sharp mind to solve, and any mission needs to be planned in detail. Everyone has shifts behind a desk, even I."

"You make it sound exciting," Robin grinned. "Guess what else is exciting?"

"We just did it half an hour ago. I'm not a god."

"Wanna bet?"

"See? Told you that you were a god," Robin chuckled a little later. Well… quite a long time later, the third time in one evening wasn't going to be a quickie for either of them, but that made it even better, in the teen's opinion.

"Well, I feel believed in, at least," Slade chuckled back.

"You know, I knew male has knots and that the warrior breed is known to be… um… yeah, pretty big down there, but I had no idea it would be that big! It felt like a melon inside me!"

"Well, thank you. Try baseball, though, it's closer to the truth… it's not hurting you, is it?"

"It's fan-fucking-fastic!" Robin snickered. "Rubs all the right places too!"

"Glad I can please you," the man chuckled. "I don't have to knot you every time, though, if we're in a hurry it's not exactly a good idea. Then I'll just pull out a little so the knot won't go in… or come somewhere else…"

"I like the sound of that too, although it's a complete waste while I'm in heat," Robin said honestly. "And that reminds me… I'm hungry! Care to show me that sandwich thing?"

"I have a feeling you'll figure it out."

"Yes, I'm not a complete idiot, I just don't know my way around your kitchen. Come on! Up!"

"My cock just cringed; it thought you were talking to it."

"I don't think you can leave it behind," Robin snickered. "Hmmm… do you have any salami, by the way?"

The kitchen raid went better than expected, although Robin was a bit surprised about how long it took to make a sandwich, put everything back and then clean up. With Alfred sandwiches just seem to appear.

"I can't believe you don't have hot chocolate," the teen said as they were eating, Robin having to settle for coffee, although there was mostly milk in the mug.

"I'm the captain of the City Guard, I'm pretty sure it's against regulations for me to drink hot coco," Slade smirked.

"Pfft, Bruce is the same way, but he still sneaks down in the kitchen late at night and makes some."

"Good to know. I assume I'll be having some soon enough as well."

"Speaking about having some-"

"No! Now it's bedtime –to sleep! – and tomorrow we have a lot of errands to run, alright? Damn, it's three in the morning…"

"Aw, you're tired?"

"No, but-"

"If you're not tired, then-?"

"I'm exhausted. Come now, my little mate, or I won't have the energy to breed you at all tomorrow. "

"Alright," Robin grumbled. "I was getting a bit sore anyway."

"A bit sore? I'm apparently not doing my job right."

"Tried to tell you!" The teen grinned cheekily.

"Bed. Now."

The next day was hectic. They spent the morning apart, after a steamy morning session, of course, and then met up for lunch. Robin really enjoyed having Slade next to him, showing the world that the man was his, and Slade seemed to enjoy doing the same. There was already an article about them in the newspaper from some journalist who had been at the party, and random people came up to them to wish them a fertile breeding cycle.

"Pft, like we need it!" Robin snickered. He then grew more serious. They were sitting opposite each other in private booth at a restaurant, waiting for their lunch to arrive. "Slade… why did you agree to mate me? I mean… after what I did?"

"I've had my eye on you for a long time," the man smirked, making Robin blush. Slade made him blush a lot. Stupid hormones! "I wasn't sure your personality was right for me, though. I was afraid you were too much of a spoiled brat."

"Kinda proven to you now that I am," Robin muttered.

"Not as bad as I thought," the man chuckled. "And about what you did… I never felt helpless. I never even fought back, remember? I could most likely have ripped your flimsy headboard apart and gotten free if I really felt 'abused'. I'm not saying that what you did wasn't wrong, it was, but what I said I said simply to get you to realize that."

"I did… eventually. I was just so… blind. So…"

"Breeding madness. It happens."

"It… you think it was that?"

"Fits all the symptoms. It's a good thing only you carriers get it, or there would be a whole lot of dead males around. Nature just demands that the line is continued. Some carriers simply sleep with anyone within groin distance, and some, like you, target one mate. We've had to lock up carriers temporarily because of it. They snap out of it after the heat, though."

"Oh, thank heavens… I just couldn't grasp what I had done, it was so unlike me!" Robin sighed gratefully.

"Not that you're not normally a demanding little-"

"Now, if someone wants to mate anymore, someone might want to watch what he's saying," the teen warned his partner.

"…amazing young man."

"Bad save, but I'll take it."

"If we weren't in public, I'd make you take something else."

"Slade!" Robin gasped. "You're almost as bad as me!"

"I'll never reach that level, but I'll try," the man smirked. "Now, where is my food? I need to rebuild my stamina!"

As they both had very useful contacts in the community they got to see several available apartments that very afternoon. They both approved of a large penthouse one, with four bedrooms, 'because we're not stopping at one', as Slade said. Robin was over the moon that the man wanted a big family, because growing up as an only child had nursed that dream within him as well. The apartment wouldn't be ready to move into for another month but that wasn't an issue. They even looked at furniture, as Slade's meager selection wouldn't go very far and Robin didn't really have any of his own apart from the ones in his bedroom… and he had long since decided not to bring his bed.

"I'd loooove a big sofa like this," Robin said, looking longingly at the big section couch with a chaise lounge section at one end. "We should get one!"

"Well, it will fit…" Slade shrugged. He still didn't care a lot about furniture so he let Robin pick and choose pretty freely.

"Oh, look! Nursery things! We should get a crib!"

"We don't even know if you're pregnant yet."

"We should get a pregnancy test!"

Slade half sighed, half chuckled as he sank down onto the couch to see if it was any good. It was. "Now, now, calm down. In a week or two you can get a test, perhaps. It takes from a few hours up to a few days to get pregnant and even longer for it to be measurable, so you'll just get disappointed if you do the test now."

"I know, I know…" Robin sighed and sank down next to him, leaning his head on the man's arm. "I'm just excited."

"I noticed," the man draped his arm around him, and Robin turned his head into the man's chest, sniffing gently. The smell was so right. So perfect. The young man was normally independent to a fault but right now he just wanted to stay in the man's arms forever and not give a damn about the outside world. The outside world came knocking, though.

"Robin! Hi!"

The teen lifted his head and grinned before shooting to his feet.

"Guys, what are you doing here?"

"Just shopping," Speedy, Robin's closest friend and also a carrier, grinned.

"We broke the bed last night," Red, Speedy's unofficial mate, snickered.

"Just a leg, we're here to see if we can get it replaced," Speedy sighed, rolling his eyes at his partner. They were both redheads, Speedy with blue eyes, Red with green. Red was slightly leaner and a tiny bit taller than the carrier, but Speedy had more muscles on his frame, being a young warrior type.

"So, knocked up yet, kid?" Red asked.

"Sure hope so!" Robin beamed.

"I have no idea why you're not waiting," Speedy sighed. "We're not going to have any kids until my next heat at the soonest… we just wanna live a little first."

"Yes, and to keep it that way I practically had to have a condom glued to my cock for two months, because when he's in heat he starts looking at strollers," Red snorted. "But boy would I be in trouble if I knocked him up!"

"Hell yea, you would," Speedy growled.

"Speaking of making people pregnant, are you sure you don't want my baby instead?" Red asked the dark-haired teen. "I mean, look at me! Perfect hunter-type! Lean, can run for miles, we match each other! Trust me, you don't wanna push a huge-ass warrior baby out of y- oh…. hello?"

"Hello," Slade half growled, shadowing them all.

"This is Slade," Robin introduced them. "These are Speedy and Red, my best friends."

"I see." The man had obviously far from warmed up to them.

"Red was just joking, please forget about what he said," Robin snorted. "He thinks he's funny."

"Well, I think it's hilarious to see him cover like this," Speedy snickered and studied his properly chastised mate.

"Well, the guy is huge!" Red, who, if he had had a tail would have it between his legs at the moment. "Really sorry, Sir! Just a joke!"

"Very well." Slade relaxed some. "As long as Robin's in heat, though, I will be a bit… high strung. Don't test me."

"No, Sir!"

Robin and Speedy snickered.

"Well, we're not gonna bother you anymore, call me when you have news, alright?" Speedy said and gave his friend a hug. "Glad you finally bagged him, bro."

"Shh… he bagged me. It's a mutual agreement thing," Robin stage whispered, making Slade mutter something under his breath.

"Unusual with warrior carriers," Slade said when the redheads were out of earshot.

"I don't know, is it? I mean, I know it's more common to be a hunter like me, or a gatherer, but…"

"Maybe it's me just being more attracted to hunters," Slade admitted.

"Maybe warrior males being attracted to hunter carriers is why there are fewer warrior carriers?" Robin suggested.

"Heh, you might be on to something. Did you know that back on the first earth they used to call body types ectomorph, endomorph and mesomorph? That was before we developed any true different traits, however."

"Really? Who was who?"

"Ectomorphs where the ones we call hunters, like you: you're lean and usually have a harder time putting on weight; muscles or fat. Then there are the endomorphs, the gatherers, who are usually big with a higher amount of body fat which they have problems getting rid off and then there are the mesomorphs, that is warriors, who has it easier to put on muscle."

"Cool."

"Unfortunately back then they seemed to all have strived to be one of two types: all males wanted to be warriors and the females wanted to be hunters," Slade said. "Well, that seemed to be the ideal, anyway… the sources are few but very interesting."

"Sad… I mean, body types don't really matter… a warrior can be a librarian and a gatherer can be a soldier," Robin shrugged. "It's not like your body condemns you to a specific fate."

"No, certainly not, but there is a certain amount of natural inclinations which has given us our special traits apart from body type. Warriors can more easily handle psychological stress in dangerous situations, you hunters have larger lungs and can be on the move for hours, while the gatherers… well, they clam it's focus and dedication, but I have a feeling they are just inclined to be more intelligent to be honest."

Robin chuckled. "Well, at least a special kind of intelligence… I know one whose focus is math and my brain gets tired from just hearing him speak… and I'm a straight A student! He's just… above everyone."

"He would be. Savants are almost the norm in gatherers."

"Lucky bastard. I wish I could just be naturally good at something," Robin sighed.

"You might be naturally good at making babies," Slade smirked and received a playful shove for it.

During the next couple of days they really got to know each other. Robin was almost overwhelmed by the way the man always seemed to be looking at him. And if he wasn't looking, he at least appeared to be constantly aware of him. The young man wasn't used to that much attention, but from Slade he loved it. He had had a crush on him for years, so for Robin this was a dream coming true, but he was initially worried that Slade might not feel the same way. However, everything the man did seemed to prove differently. Neither of them said the words, but Robin was happy. Until two weeks later when he wasn't.

"I'm still not pregnant!" he complained to Speedy over the phone. "Slade is going to throw me out soon for being barren!"

"Has he said that?!" his friend asked incredulously.

"No, no, he keeps telling me that waiting two years until my next heat might just be good for me as I can focus on starting my career and such…"

"Well, then…?"

"I want a baby! Right now!"

"I have no idea why you are so eager to go through that… don't you remember the movie they made us watch in carrier class?"

"No, that was when I had broken my leg," Robin reminded him.

"That's right, you missed almost the whole course. Alright, that's it! We're having a carrier night tonight. Throw that mate of yours out and I'll come over with snacks and documentaries and we'll catch up on what we're 'missing out on', okay?"

"Alright, sounds fun!"

Slade had no problems getting out of the apartment after making sure only Speedy would be there. He knew Robin needed something else to think about for a while.

"Slade's bigger than that," Robin commented that evening as they started watching the documentary. It was a very graphic one indeed.

"Well, it's a 3D animation, but… really? Bigger?"

"Almost twice as big."

"Woooow."

"Yup," Robin grinned happily and subtly rubbed his thighs together. Dammit, why did he have to send Slade away?

As the move progressed they were fascinated with the fetus' development and were glued to the screen. The images at this point was mostly actual video of a real baby, mixed with animations to make things clearer, but it was very well done.

Eventually, however, it was time for the inevitable birth scene.

"About a week before the birth," a dry voice droned from the TV, "the main intestine is closed off, leading to an inability for the carrier to defecate. This is not dangerous, but the carrier's appetite will go down and it is recommended to get most nutrition's from fluids such as broths and juices to lessen the strain on the digestive system. A few days before birth the sphincters loosens, the inner one widening while the outer muscle becomes more pliant so it may stretch to accommodate the child. As this only happens at the end of the third trimester, early labor must be dealt with medically, usually through c-section, as the carrier's muscles are likely to tear with natural birth at that stage. It is recommended that a pregnant carrier in the third trimester at all times has a plan to get to a hospital and doesn't travel or live more than an hour from one. C-sections as a planned form of delivery are not usually recommended unless there are strong medical or psychological reasons for it, as children born this way are more likely to have respiratory problems which might develop into asthma and also a higher mortality rate during the first twenty eight days compared to children born naturally." As the voice droned on the birth itself was shown.

Robin started chuckling somewhere in the middle.

"What's so funny?" Speedy asked, a green tint on his face.

"Heh, heh, yeah… I'm not doing that. No way," Robin continued to chuckle, almost hysterically.

"But you heard them talk about c-sections, right? That it might be bad?"

"Yes, yes, I meant that I'm not having a baby. Not any time soon anyway."

"Ah. Well, if you wait our kids can grow up together! That would be neat? Besides, I know it looks icky but it can't be that bad-" he was interrupted by a scream from the screen and swallowed. "Right? I mean, no one would have more than one kid if it was?"

"Yeah… maybe I'm overreacting… I mean, we're both fit, young guys! I'm sure it won't be as bad for us!" Robin claimed.

"Exactly. But are you going to have Slade wear a condom for the rest of your heat, then?"

"I don't think it will happen anyway," Robin shrugged.

Two days later his heat ended. One week after that he was looking at a small blue plus-sign on the pregnancy test. His half ecstatic, half terrified call for his mate could be heard through the whole building.

"Listen to me; go sit down. You're not lifting a thing!" Slade ordered him. It was the day after and they were busy moving. They had rented help, of course, but there were still things to do.

"I'm not an invalid!" Robin tried, but it was no use. Slade had decided that the fact that Robin was strong and competent had ended the moment he got pregnant and that he now was a frail little bird not allowed to as much as stand on his own, if Slade had anything to say about it. When complaining to Bruce Robin had been told that it would pass, and if t didn't he was happy to come over and put the man in his place. He then added that Robin probably should sit down and rest for a bit. The teen had sighed and was now more or less resigned to being a valuable piece of glass, at least for a few more days. Then he'd probably explode.

He did explode. Somewhat. His morning sickness started. And then it wouldn't stop. At least now, at their new place, they had an en-suite bathroom so he didn't have long to run in the mornings. Or around lunch. Or in the afternoon. Or in the evening.

"The one who named it morning sickness should get fucking shot!" he grunted with his head in the toilet bowl. Slade was next to him, patting his back and hair awkwardly, almost frightfully… you never knew what set Robin off. The young man was very sensitive to certain foods and smells, but what it was fluctuated violently. Eggs, in all forms, was a complete no-no, but for a few days he hadn't been able to stand the smell of Slade. It had probably been a reaction to the heat ending and pheromones readjusting, but Robin literally gagged every time the man got close to him, newly showered or not. After a few nights on the sofa Slade was luckily not disgusting again.

Being in heat naturally increased the carrier's sex drive, and their pheromones, in turn, affected the males. Once the heat stopped the sex drive returned to normal, and what 'normal' was, was completely individual. Combine that with a pregnancy and things went haywire. There were days Robin didn't want Slade to as much as look at him and others where he was all over the man. His mate just tried his best to keep up.

Robin did his best with school and managed to get through it without lowering his grades. He then wanted to start working with the City Watch, or at least that's what he wanted some days. Others he didn't want to leave the bed. The nausea just didn't give in, not even after the twelfth week which Robin had read was usual. Their doctor told them that, despite his misery, he had seen worse and as the teen could keep at least some food down there wasn't any danger to him or the baby.

The worst thing for the young carrier in the beginning was probably the crying. His hormones were wrecking havoc in his body and although he really, really tried to keep his temper to himself, it was tough on him. Crying in general made him feel so weak and useless. It wasn't unusual for him to silently lock himself in the bathroom and cry, while telling Slade he was having a nice, long bath.

He tried to keep active, though, especially after Slade realized that he might actually be able to walk on his own. To go running or swimming was great ways to relax, but then the pain began. Symphysis pubis dysfunction was the verdict. Happened to one in four pregnant carriers and would resolve itself after birth, but it was painful as hell. It also meant that all strenuous exercise was forbidden. Even standing for too long was a no-no. He got a list with plenty of exercises that he should do, though, but his freedom was very limited. He knew that he might have to use crutches or even temporarily use a wheelchair if things got worse, though, so he obeyed the doctor's orders, which was damn tough for a young man who always had been used to keeping active.

There were good days too, of course. Seeing their little daughter on the ultra sound screen for the first time, for example. Or Slade taking him out on trips around the city, carrying him when need be. Snuggling in the sofa. Decorating the nursery. Slade reading the assembly instructions for the crib to the belly as he was trying to figure them out himself. Family and friends coming over a lot as they didn't want Robin to tire himself out. Lots and lots of movies and books.

"What are we going to call her? Do you have any favorite names?" Robin asked as he and Slade were relaxing on the sofa −the new one− one night. Robin was a little over eight months, was huge as an elephant according to the mirror, and very, very tired of being pregnant.

"We're going to bother with naming them? Why not just call this one 'One'?" Slade joked.

"Yeah, sorry, but I'm not doing this again," Robin snorted. "If you want more children you can carry them yourself."

"I know it's been tough on you, but-" Slade started.

"No butts. The other two bedrooms are just permanently going to be a home gym and an office, okay?"

"It's perfectly okay. I was going to say that it will soon be over and then you'll feel better again."

"Just exhausted from night feedings and diaper changes," Robin chuckled.

"I'll take care of that."

"Oh yeah? You're gonna grow a pair of these too?" Robin said and cupped his B-sized breasts. His mammary glands had started growing in his fourth month and he had told Speedy that the only good thing about the symphysis pubis dysfunction was that he didn't have to pick out a sports bra.

"We can use formula at night," the man smiled. "All I want is that you feel good again and is well rested. Soon you'll be out running with the jogging stroller."

"I can't waaaaait," Robin sighed. "But that doesn't mean you can come early!" he said, poking his stomach. The baby poked back.

"Yes, trust me, your mom doesn't like when people come early," Slade leered.

"Ignore your daddy, he's a pervert," Robin informed his child.

"How about Anna?"

"I don't know any Anna, I have no idea if she's a pervert," Robin blinked.

"I mean as a name."

"Ah. Well, it's nice but… a bit boring, isn't it?"

"You'd rather go with Ambrosia or Elizabella?"

"Hell no-"

"Mommy swears," Slade pointed out in case his daughter had missed it.

"Daddy's still worse," Robin immediately defended himself. "No, nothing quite that exotic… Something sweet… how about… Fanny?"

"It means ass."

"Okay, not Fanny then… Molly?"

"I like Molly… Astrid?"

"Hmmm… yeah… a bit exotic but not too bad… Emma?"

"No," Slade said firmly. "It's a cute name but I knew an Emma once…"

"Say no more," Robin chuckled. "How about Julia?"

"Julia… Julia… I like it. Maybe it sounds a bit… old?"

"Yeah, but we can't name her our little Snicker-doodle, that will get her into trouble in high school."

"Snicker doodle is the best name ever," Slade, who had started calling her that when she was barely a visible bulge, snorted. "Isn't it Snicks?" he said, caressing Robin's stomach. The baby seemed to agree, because she got very excited.

"Well, we like a few names, let's just see when she's born. I mean, we can decide on… Alice, for example, and when she comes out she might be a Wilma."

"Two more names I like. Especially Alice."

"I like Alice too… but let's wait with deciding, shall we?"

"Yes," Slade agreed. "Alice Snicker doodle Wilson has a nice ring to it, though."

"Please punch yourself in the arm because I'm too tired to," Robin sighed and rolled his eyes.

They had gone a few days over the calculated due date when Robin woke up in a wet bed. He had been dreaming that he was getting tortured by something which now and then pierced his whole body with sharp, glowing hot objects. Unfortunately he wasn't that lucky; he was in labor.

Slade managed to be indispensable and useless at the same time.

"Hey, I thought you warriors would be able to handle stress," Robin said dryly to the man.

"I'm handling things very well."

"Good, and thank you for carrying my bag downstairs and putting it in the car. Just one problem…"

"What?"

"You just pulled out of the driveway and I'm still upstairs."

"Fuck."

"Your daddy swears," Robin gloated. "AAAooooccchhh!" he added as another contraction hit.

The hospital, which had seemed perfectly calm and organized when they had visited on their check-up was a mess this particular night.

"I swear, everyone's going into labor tonight!" a stressed nurse told them. "But don't worry, once it's time we'll have a room for you."

"Once it's time? It's time now!" Robin objected.

"No, no, you just went into labor and the readings say that the child hasn't fully descended yet. There's probably still a couple of hours to go."

"A couple of hours?!"Robin groaned. "That's in, absolutely no more kids! Slade, do something!"

"I'm not sure a vasectomy will be helpful right now," the man dared to joke. He regretted it soon enough.

"You'll wish you'd get a vasectomy, I'm going to rip your balls off with my teeth!" Robin growled. "AAAAARGH! What are you doing?! Hold me!"

Slade did. Carefully. "I love you," he told his mate and kissed his sweaty brow.

"IIIIIh….. I love you tooooo –nnnggh− you fucking idiot, but did you have to say it the first time right nooooooowwwwww?!" Robin asked.

"Thought it was a good time."

"You just wanna save your balls!"

"That too."

It took five hours, which –some upbeat nurse Robin wanted to strangle told him− was fairly quick. When it was all over, and the damn nurse had convinced Robin that just one more push would get the afterbirth out as well, the new parents got a few minutes alone with their newborn.

The little girl had a thick head of black hair and the longest eyelashes Robin had ever seen. Her rosy little mouth soon found her mother's nipple and she was suckling away happily a moment later. Robin couldn't stop looking at her.

"She's gorgeous," he breathed, afraid of disturbing her.

"She really is," Slade said, both parents trapped in the illusion that the red, wrinkly, damp and somewhat smelly thing that has just came out of one of them was the epitome of beauty.

"I think she might be an Alice," the teen suggested carefully. "Or…?

"Alice it is. Welcome to the world Snicker doodle," Slade said and stroked a little round cheek.

They stayed like that while the girl ate, enthralled by their own creation.

"Maybe," Robin said after a while. "Just maaaaybe… I can imagine having more of these."

The End

A/N: there! NOW this universe is done! I have other m-preg universes to play around in when I need an mpreg fix… and I actually have two drabbles in the works, one from the demon verse and one from kitty litter, although I think only the demon verse might see the light of day… not sure…

BUT, so you know what I'm doing: prio ONE now is an AU story, set in a Jane Austen-type time period. I already have quite a few pages written for it so I'm going to focus on finishing it, hopefully before my university classes starts up again. Sorry if you don't like AU's, but then you can just read it as an original story, there's really very little difference apart from the fact that I don't have to describe the character's in detail. ;) It will be posted in chapters as it's already too long for a one-shot, but I WON'T start posting until it's DONE as I can't write a chapter a week while working 100% and studying 50%... there are no % left… ;)

But, the NEXT chapter story after that WILL most likely be a BLACK SHEEP story. Yes, we're revisiting that universe. Again because of your reviews and because I know that it's one of the most favorite universes of mine. Plot-bunnies have started hopping. That said, I would be very surprised it that story would start this year, though… maybe it will take until the summer of NEXT year. I'm going to get some drabbles in, somehow, too but don't count on too many… I hate that I don't have the time to write, but hey: I have three days of vacation left as I write this, and university doesn't start up again until last weekend of August, so I'll do my best on the AU at least until then, and you have 5 more chapters of "The Good Boy" to enjoy… which I hope you do. Please don't forget to review, I need that push to sit my ass down and write, trust me! ;) It's soooo much easier to just waste the precious hours I have playing Sims.