A/N: I am posting two stories today! One from the Kitty Litter universe and one from the Black Sheep universe. I'm trying to make a wide range of people happy here… ;)

This story is for Valkyria Raven and Emily H (sorry, don't know your ff name, it wasn't in the files) who bullied me in the facebook group until a plot bunny jumped up and bit me in the ass… the story kinda continued from there, though…

Together- Kitty Litter

"No!" Dominic said, very decisively.

"Yes, you need to try them anyway. Carrots are good for you," Robin said calmly.

"Carrots make you see good!" Oliver piped up.

"Yes they do," his mother agreed, not correcting the boy's grammar. "And I see you have tried to hide some of yours under your napkin."

"Aw, moooom!" Oliver sighed as his clever rouse was discovered.

"Eat," Robin told his boys as he straightened up and rubbed his back. He was seven months pregnant and his stomach was always in the way. Red X was out looking at a job and Slade was picking up Alexandra from a birthday party. It was one of her friends at the day care center they attended a few hours a week who was having a party and it had been a 'no boys'-thing to the dismay of the other triplets. Robin had tried to make play time a bit extra fun today to make it up to them, but now they were all tired, cranky and needed a nap. Most of all Robin, he suspected. Hormones had played nasty tricks on him lately and he felt like he just wanted to sleep for the rest of the pregnancy. Preferably through the labor as well. He knew that he was expecting twins, which was a relief, as they were afraid of getting four or five babies this time, and he also knew that they were Red's as Slade had been out of town when the heat had hit. Robin cringed as he thought of that. It still made him uncomfortable, like he had cheated on his alfa mate.

The sound and sight of a carrot hitting the floor reached him, and he gave his guilty son a piercing look.

"Dropped it!" Dominic claimed.

"Sure you did," Robin muttered and, huffing, got down on the floor to clean up.

"Mommy! Mommy!" Alexandra's excited voice cut through his musings and he heard the girl running up to him. "Look what I got in the fish pond!" she screeched as he turned around. She pushed a horrifying thing into his face and Robin felt his tail poof up.

"AH!" he yelled in surprise, frightening his sons and his daughter alike. The thing was just a small rubber duck, although it looked particularly evil with staring, insane eyes. Robin reacted on instinct, however, and slapped the thing out of the girl's hand. That made Alexandra start to cry, of course, and Dominic, trying to show his bravery, went over to stomp on the thing that had scared his mother. It squeaked. Dominic yowled and ran.

Oliver was half way up Slade's back, having drawn on all his ferocita powers to get away from the threat.

After discovering that he had royally scared his children Robin started crying.

In the middle of it all stood Slade and quietly wondered what the name of this madhouse was.

While Robin visibly tried, and failed, to get himself together, Slade sighed, scooped up Alexandra and the duck while minding Oliver on his back. The boy's claws had dug rather deep into his skin by now, but no matter. He handed the toy over to his daughter and picked up his son in his other arm.

"Hush now, it's nothing dangerous, just a toy," he told the brood as he put them all down in the sofa in the living room area.

"Mommy's angry…" Oliver whispered.

"No, he's just very tired," Slade told him. "He's carrying your baby brothers or sisters you know."

"I didn't eat my carrots," Dominic admitted, still eying the thing in Alexandra's hands suspiciously. It was an extraordinary ugly rubber duck, Slade admitted.

"Well, how are you going to grow up to be as strong as me if you don't eat your food?" he asked his son seriously. That hit home, as he knew it would, and Dominic hung his head.

"I'm gonna jump and run like mommy," Oliver grinned, in his own mind finding a way around carrots. "Then it's better to be small!"

"I like my ducky," Alexandra muttered, unused as she was to being treated that way. Her father had, indeed, gushed over her little prize when he had picked her up from her party.

"Your ducky is great," Slade confirmed. "Mommy thinks so too, you just scared him."

"Yes, it's great," Robin agreed, walking towards the sofa and sweeping down on his kids, kissing them until they all shrieked with giggles. "Mommy's sorry, sweetheart, I just got really scared, ok?"

"That's ok mommy, I will protect you against everything!" Alexandra promised.

"Me too!" Dominic and Oliver piped up together.

"Thank you sweethearts," Robin smiled, pulling them close to him.

"I'm gonna eat the carrots," Dominic promised.

"Don't worry, I think your little siblings wants something else," Robin said and looked up at Slade.

The man sighed. "I'll get the ice cream," he said, and the rest of the family cheered.

Slade didn't really feel defeated of course. Very few things rattled him. Just a little while ago he had, for example, been making small talk with other parents while picking up his daughter, trying not to hit or kill anyone for staring at her ears and tail and whispering behind their back. Even small talk with the nice parents their family knew left him in rather deep water, but he never backed down from a challenge. They weren't a normal family but for their children's sake they needed to be a part of society and that did mean parent/teacher conferences, bake sales and ballet practice. Not that Oliver had gone to ballet for long, not after discovering that he was already more limber than the teacher and the piano music 'hurt his ears'. And Alexandra was in a time out from judo after accidently using her claws. Soccer had been a disaster. Oh well, Slade supposed other parents went through similar things.

He filled four bowls with ice cream, not wanting any himself, and brought back to his eager fan club. Then he scooped up Alexandra so he could sit next to Robin with the girl on his lap, and soon they were a big 'cat bundle', curled up together. He caressed Robin's bulging stomach and felt the young man tense. Slade kept the sigh to himself and hoped that little issue would be resolved by tomorrow night.

Just as the ice cream was gone Red came home and the kids excitedly ran to greet him.

"Oh, what in the world have you been doing, you're stickier than tape!" Red laughed.

"It's definitely bath time, and then to bed," Robin agreed.

"Aw, but mom!" Dominic whined.

"No arguments, young man," Slade told him sternly before Robin would start crying because he had dirty children. The mother-to-be really was emotional at the moment. "Go with your mom, I need to speak to your dad for a moment," he said.

"About what?" Robin asked, looking worried.

"It's a surprise, kitten. Now scram," the mercenary grinned.

Robin huffed but did.

Robin yawned and scratched his back as he shuffled into the kitchen early the next morning. The kids had been unusually quiet, he thought, but he appreciated the undisturbed sleep. He stopped suddenly and his eyes got very wide. He had walked into a room filled with red roses and pink balloons, not to mention the amazing breakfast table set for three.

"Happy Valentines kitten," Slade smirked at him, clearly enjoying the look of shock.

"Yeah, happy V-day!" Red chimed in and came up to kiss him.

"I… I… but… we're…. we're not doing Valentines this year…" Robin stammered. Being three men they hadn't exactly planned much around this holiday but they usually took time off, got a babysitter and went out to a nice dinner instead of exchanging cards and gifts. With three children some quality adults-only time was priceless, after all.

"Oh, we're not? Then you must be imagining the balloons," Red said. "Your mommy is crazy in the head," he added to the stomach.

"We thought you deserved a little bit extra," Slade told him.

"Where are the kids?" Robin then asked.

"They are with Alfred until tomorrow morning. Starfire and Beast Boy promised to take them off his hands for a few hours later."

"Alfred's here?!" Robin exclaimed, perking up.

"And you can meet him tomorrow," Slade cut him off, looking like he would throw himself in front of the front door if Robin tried to make a move for it. The apartment across the hall was for visitors and babysitting, but the young black haired man was not to set foot in it today, obviously. "Today is just for us. For you."

After all these years that tone of voice still made Robin blush and feel lots of butterflies in his stomach.

"Take a seat, babe!" Red told him and held out a chair for him. "Let's see if we can get anything else in that huge stomach of yours."

Robin poked his tongue out at him, but then sat down, staring eagerly at the bacon, eggs, bread, fruit… everything really. "I think there's still a little bit of room…" he grinned.

They loved to do physical things on their days together, like climbing or sparring, but with Robin's 'condition' that was out of the question. Instead they drove up into the mountains where there was a cabin waiting for them. It looked old fashioned from afar, but turned out to have all the modern appliances and Red had specifically chosen it for the large outdoor hot tub which the owners had readied for them.

The weather was unusually warm for February, no snow or ice, even here in the mountains. They spent the morning leisurely exploring the immediate area which had a lake close by. Robin breathed in the fresh mountain air deeply and smiled.

"We should get a place like this… for the kids to run around, climb trees, discovering nature," he said.

"It might be a good investment if we can find a place that needs a bit of work," Slade agreed.

"All I heard there was 'Red is cheap labor'," the −at the moment− brunette with blond highlights muttered.

"Well, as you know the trade now, I see you more as the boss," Robin grinned.

"Hmmm…" Red grinned back eyeing Slade.

"We will need a worker's union I suspect," the mercenary warned his youngest mate.

"Yeah, I might have made a mistake," Robin chuckled. "Anyway, we can always look, right?"

"Can we even afford to look?" Red wanted to know. "With two more on the way…?"

"We can look," Slade said decisively.

"I could take up that offer to do a commercial or two?" Robin said, but he didn't look too happy about it.

"I prefer you wouldn't, but that's your decision of course." Slade didn't look too happy about it either.

"Do self defense classes or lectures instead," Red suggested. "After the kids are born, of course."

"If it's like with the triplets I won't be able to leave them out of sight for a few months," Robin sighed.

"Well, the media is all over us trying to find out more about our family, maybe we should start a blog… get some ad-income that way," Slade half joked.

"Yeah… I can do that with the kids in sight and it's up to us exactly what we share," Robin said, liking the idea. "We'll keep it pretty general, not too private…"

"You're welcome to post some nudes of me," Red grinned. "Tasteful, of course."

"And here comes social services…" Robin snorted. "Argh, I need to get off my feet," he said and waddled down to a bench down by the water.

"He's tired out so he's all yours," Red told Slade behind him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Robin asked, looking back at them suspiciously.

"Nothing, I'm just taking off for a while," the brunette said and turned on his heel.

"What?!" Robin gaped, looking to Slade for an explanation. The man gave him a comforting smile.

"We just need some time to talk, Robin," he said, sitting down next to the now quite agitated cat boy,

"About what?" Robin asked.

"These," Slade told him and put a hand on the young man's bulging stomach.

"We've… we've talked about them," Robin said, squirming.

"Not enough. I've told you again and again that it's not your fault that you went into heat when I was out of town. If anything it was mine. We knew you were going off the contraceptives because we wanted more children, I should have turned the job down and hung around until the heat."

"I should have locked myself up," Robin groaned.

"Red told me that you both pretty much woke up fucking," Slade chuckled.

"We did. I had the best wet dream and… well…" Robin admitted.

"So I've heard," the man smiled. "I'm sorry I missed it, but when it comes to these two it doesn't matter. They are still my kids, just as much as Oliver is. Just as much as Alexandra and Dominic are Red's too."

"I know! I just feel so guilty!" Robin groaned. "They might both have ended up to be his anyway, but at least you should have gotten a fair chance."

"I could have been in the shower or changing a diaper," the man pointed out. "There is no use mulling it over like this. I'm looking forwards to having more children, I just hope they are boys. I love Alexandra but she will be the death of me… or rather future boyfriends. Did you know she got valentines cards from almost all the boys at the daycare center?"

"Almost?" Robin snickered pointing out that their daughter had been slighted.

"Well, one gave his to Oliver," Slade grinned.

"I'll try for boys then. I just hope not to disappoint you again," Robin half joked half sighed.

"Oh, for the love of… the only way you could disappoint me is if you give birth to toasters. We already have two of those and they work fine."

"Well, I can almost promise that they will be babies," the young man grinned.

"Good boy. Then I'm happy. All you need to do is trust that."

"I'll try harder," Robin promised. "With my hormones making me skittish about everything, I can't do more than that."

"Good enough, kitten," Slade smiled.

"And about skittish… shouldn't we call Alfred and check in on the kids?" Robin asked nervously.

"Do that, and then, how about some fishing? I even got us a permit," the man admitted, knowing that anything could set the ferocita off at this point and unlawful fishing might just be one of those things.

"Really? Yes, I'd love too! Been years!" Robin smiled.

"Maybe we'll catch something for lunch," the man grinned.

They did, if just barely enough for a taste each. It was heaven, though, grilled over an open fire. Cold cuts, potato salad, bread and cheese made up the rest of the lunch. Robin stuck mainly to the meat as he tended to do anyway and even more so during this pregnancy, though he had had a thing for orange juice.

They spent the whole day outside, really soaking up the nature they so rarely got to enjoy. As dusk fell Robin was even more convinced that he wanted a place like this for his family. After all that fresh air they needed an early dinner, as their stomachs were growling. Steaks and baked potatoes was the main course and they brought the dessert, ice cream to Robins delight, out on the porch with the hot tub.

"Want to slip in?" Slade asked.

"Did you bring my trunks?" the young man wanted to know, getting a laugh in reply from Red. The other young man was busy undressing and didn't seem like he missed swim wear.

"Perverts," Robin snorted, rolling his eyes as Slade helped him off with his shoes.

"Always," Slade grinned up at him.

Sinking down into the warm water, escaping the chilly February air, was pure bliss, and soon Robin was licking his ice cream bowl clean while smiling up towards the starry sky.

"I think we need one of these too," he said.

"Well, our kids probably don't want to go to college anyway," Red shrugged and then chuckled.

"Nah, they are quite stupid, right?" Robin joined in.

"Besides, you can just give your father a begging look and he'll buy us the whole place," Slade chimed in.

Robin laughed as he knew Slade would absolutely hate it if Bruce paid for anything. He could barely keep from frowning when the man bought the kids birthday presents. It was a very sensitive area with the mercenary, and even Bruce poked fun of him for it sometimes. It was nice to hear that he could joke about it himself.

Robin sighed happily and kept watching the sky. "I know these days usually end with us having a lot of fun, but I'm too stuffed to move," he warned the others.

"Ditto," Red agreed.

"I guess me and my hand will have a little romantic moment together later then," Slade sighed dramatically, making Robin almost swallow some water as he burst out laughing.

"I think we might be able to help out a bit," Red snickered.

"We wouldn't want you to look sad and pathetic," Robin agreed with a smirk.

"I'll remember that comment for when you're not pregnant," Slade threatened.

"We wanted twenty kids or so, right?" the ferocita said quickly trying, literally, to save his ass.

"They promised a large double," Slade growled a little later when they were heading to bed.

"It is a large double, you're just spoiled by our bed," Robin chuckled. "It will be tight and cozy, just the way I like it."

"Funny, I like it tight too," Red grinned.

"Hey, too full, remember?" the younger man said when he saw the look in the brunette's eyes.

"I know, I know. Cuddling?" Red offered.

"Cuddling," Robin nodded happily.

Somehow hands and mouths got more and more involved, however, and Slade didn't have to use his hand. At least not on himself.

"Happy Valentines you two," the man said with a satisfied sigh a little later.

"Ready to face the rest of the year?" Red asked.

"Of course," Robin smiled. "With you two there, I am."

"And we will be there," Slade told him firmly and placed a hand on Robin's stomach without him twitching this time. "Together."

The End.

A/N: Aw! Fluffy-fluff!
Happy Valentines!