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Hehehe. Literal Dad Bod! ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

Baby Beef is only a few months old - Robert missed out on a few weeks cus of the coma, and still kicks himself about it. But the emotional rollercoster of his dad's killer escaping + having his own son, made Robert act a little irrationally.

Imagine Chase's shock when he's called as Robert's emergency contact, only to find little hybrid dog/wolf baby waiting there for him.

The puppy hybrid has the pointy ears and wagging tail of a dog, and a black and white pattern that reminds people of huskies. Other than his size and for pattern, he's a tiny clone of his parent.

Part of Chase's attachment to Beef is partially from how much weight he had to pull when Robert was recovering. Learning that his precious beefy-armed nephew's real name was "Chase Robertson" made him tear up worse than the baby.

That baby is being spoiled within an inch of his life. Robert wakes up and wonders why his baby is heavier than a kettlebell. The reason is him being full of love. :3

Chase is firm with his demands; No more Mech suit until the pup is a lot older, and actually eat some regular meals! Robert reluctantly agrees, if only he can repair/store the suit somewhere safe for emergencies. He's not going to keep it anywhere near where his son sleeps.

When the press conference happens; Mecha Man is honest. He's stepping back to raise the next generation. He slips away before the crowd barrages him with questions.

He unexpectedly accepts Blonde Blazer's job offer - showing a photo of his chunky infant son to her as the main reason Why.

(He does like the idea of having an actual place to store and fix the Mech Suit too though.)

By the time Robert starts at SDN, he already as a healthy pudge forming.

In the breakroom scene after his first shift, Robert walks in, SDN shirt leaving nothing to the imagination. Sonar is already locked tf in on that dad-bod twink. He's texting the group chat with a sneaky photo of Robert during his talk with Visi - confirming that latter's comments on his body was doing him justice.

The Z-Team finally get a good look at their new dispatcher as he settles down for his second day; Baby Beef on his hip.

Malevola, milling around the scoreboard: "Oh fuck. He has a puppy." Sonar, curious: "Puppy? Are dogs even-" (*sees Robert with Beef in his lap*) "OHHH!! Hybrid Puppy!" Flambae, adoring laugh: "That's got to be the fattest baby I've ever seen." Prism, cooing: "Aww~! Little sweet roll baby!" Golem: "Lil man's built solid. Accidentally bumped into them, and he just laughed and tried squishing me." Visi, squinting: "How old is that kid? He's like the size of like... a two year old." Punch Up: "You'd be surprised! One of my nieces arrived at 8 kilograms and kept growing! 99th percentile they call it." Coupe: "I shudder to think of the birth that brought them into this world." Robert, has been hearing them this entire time: "27 hours of labor, and when things finally sped up I was too far along for an epidural. But he came out healthy and beefy, didn't you buddy?" (*nuzzles baby's nose*) Baby Beef, delighted babbling: "Dadadadadadada!" Z-Team: (*hit with both sympathy and cuteness damage!*)

Just seeing Robert hold and kiss his pup with sheer adoration, just does something to their hearts. Same when they can hear those tiny giggles over the com channel. Their dispatcher replying to the baby's babbles with sincere "I know, right?"s and raspberry kisses. <3

Fun fact, a lot of fat babies look like that cus of breastmilk - human boob-milk is fattier than most species and most commercially available formulas. That would be quite a shock for any Z-Teamer to see walking into the breakroom/lounge area! XD

"Matty!" a familiar voice called my name.

My heart dropped. Oh God. Tristan was back. I thought that twink was out of my life forever. I hadn't seen him in three years. He was the member of our friend group that no one really liked, me especially. Always cracking jokes that were actually insults. Flaunting his slim, perfect body. And landing all the guys before the rest of us had a chance.

Sure, most of my animosity toward him was because he was like a hotter, more confident version of myself. With our curly hair and slender builds, people often confused us for brothers, though he was the hot brother and I was the "average" brother.

The last I heard from him, he just started dating this rich, older businessman. Kept bragging about how he landed the perfect sugar daddy. Rubbing it in my face. I guess things went well between them, because he basically ghosted us after that.

But now he was back.

I forced a smile and slowly turned around. "Tristan!" I said with fake enthusiasm. "It's been..."

I froze. This wasn't Tristan. It couldn't be. This guy was a ball of fat. He had arm rolls like the Michelin Man and cellulite-slathered thunder thighs bulging out of his pink short-shorts.

And that belly! It was a sack of pure lard hanging off him, unconfined by a floral crop top that barely contained his perky moobs.

But it was Tristan. I recognized his beautiful blue eyes and thick lashes.

He raised his pudgy hand to wave hello. "Three years, I think. God, it feels like forever."

He waddled toward me, each step sending waves across his hanging belly. Before I could respond, he plopped his fat ass onto the chair next to mine.

He looked me up and down. "You haven't changed at all."

It wasn't a compliment, per se. Tristan never complimented anyone. I couldn't be sure, but it felt more like a dare, like he wanted me to mention how much he'd changed.

"Uh, yeah."

He leaned on his elbow, smirking at the awkwardness on my face. "So. How's life? You seeing anyone?"

"No," I said. Before, I would've probably made up a boyfriend, but seeing him like this, I didn't feel the need to compete with him anymore. Mostly, I wanted to know what the hell happened. And even though he clearly wanted to tell me, I was too afraid to broach the subject.