Hucklerabbot ABO! AU, but when Omega!Dennis found out he was pregnant, Alphas!Jack and Robby didn't want it, so they broke up. Months later, the two perhaps realized they'd made a fool of themselves.
Emma had come into their lives like… the meteorite that made the dinosaurs extinct came for those big green lizards.
Jack and Robby had made an agreement, decades earlier, when they were still college students, and their relationship was just blossoming: no children, whether adopted or anything else, they wouldn't have time for them, and besides, two alphas raising a child wasn't well-liked in their day.
So they lived a life without pups, worrying only about each other.
Until one morning in May, they met him.
Dennis Whitaker was from Nebraska, from a family of all betas, he was the last born, a little omega who had never quite managed to feel like he belonged.
Robby fell in love with him when Dennis gently quoted a Bible passage to him, and Jack did the same when the boy put a hand on his shoulder while they were on the roof.
It was only a matter of months before their friendship became something more, and no one seemed to have anything to say about it.
But then, one April morning, Dennis came to them, his hands shaking and his eyes shining, clutching a small plastic stick.
“You can get rid of it,” Jack said instinctively, without thinking, looking at Dennis’s belly, angry at that creature, still nameless and shapeless, that had disrupted their plans.
As if he had been stabbed, Dennis pulled back, clutching his stomach.
“We don’t… we don’t want pups, Dennis,” Robby said, clasping his hands behind his head.
Dennis said things that would have made his poor mother have a heart attack before slamming the door behind him as he left the apartment.
And so it ended, a little less than a year after it began, but it was only right. Dennis wanted puppies, of course he did, and Robby and Jack didn't. It couldn't last, they just had to swallow that bitter pill and move on.
Dennis didn't look at them, he didn't say a word, he pretended they weren't there. His friend Trinity was the same, if not worse, giving them death stares and (on purpose) spilling a cup of lukewarm coffee on Robby, saying a halfhearted apology before leaving.
It was easy, at first, to pretend it had never happened.
But then Dennis's little bump became a full-blown belly, everyone complimented him, everyone put reassuring hands on his shoulders and palms on his back.
and Robby and Jack realized they hated that, and the realization that they considered Dennis their omega, the same omega who was carrying their kid, hit them like a train.
They tried to talk to him, asking how he was and if he needed someone to take him to visits. They asked him if he had already bought everything, if he needed money, a crib, bottles, or diapers. They even told him he could move back in with them if Santos's apartment wasn't big enough.
And every time, the answer was always the same:
One morning in mid-November, Emma Whitaker was born with the loudest scream the PTMC birthing ward had ever heard.
They waited two days before plucking up the courage to go visit them, praying that Dennis would agree.
He didn't let either of them pick her up, he just let them look at her over the small crib, while she clenched her little fists rhythmically.
Jack and Robby thought that maybe that was heaven, and that their angel had chubby, rosy cheeks, no teeth, and a strong desire to babble even though she wasn't understood.
And as they watched that scene, with Dennis lying in bed, his eyes tired but happy, as he reached out to the crib to stroke his little girl's nose with a finger, a thought crossed their minds:
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