#babylovescereal

"Wobin~!"

"Moo-vee?"

[But Jason doesn't really know what babies eat in their sandwiches so he had simply taken one of the goopy  little bottle things and smeared it on bread with a grimace.]

(( give bby thomas a milkshake :D ))

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When Thomas was born, Dick had taken most of the mothering roles--a good thing, if anyone asked Jason because he had been far too busy trying not to be a terrible parent in the first place to even gather the courage to hold the baby. But days and nights turned into weeks and Dick could only get up so many times before the bags under his eyes turned darker than Gotham's chimneys. Jason, finally, pulled the other man back into bed to sleep and padded his way to Thomas.

Carrying him still felt like the oddest sensation. Having something so small and so precious was hard to truly understand when a person was dead set that nothing would be more important than the people he already had in his life. Ironically enough, a child always seemed to be able to change a person's mind easily. A new father, a little young but not by Gotham's standards and a little rough around the edges, is no exception to it.

"Shh. No need to wake up Sweets, do we? Not when we can have our own little time together. C'mon, baby. Just close your eyes. Daddy will be here. There won't be any monsters under the bed."