“A singing family?” Olivier grinned.
“Sure. Why not?” Eric smiled back.
Jenn joined in with her own singing. Their voices filled the bathroom, and it felt perfect in that moment, the three of them in the bathtub together.
It was only when the water grew cold that Eric glanced at the towels.
“You haven’t hugged Jenn,” Olivier said, reluctant to leave the tub. “Look at me, Daddy,” he said in a higher pitch, waving Jenn’s hands for effect. “I’m small and tiny, but my snuggles are fierce!”
Ollie scooped Jenn up and deposited her against Eric’s chest, growling like a dog. Jenn giggled.
“Sure you’re fierce,” Eric said, lifting her up.
Then he blew a raspberry against her stomach, and she squealed.
Eric laughed, wrapping his arms around her. He was huge compared to Jenn, his limbs powerful. And yet when he held his daughter, he did it with the utmost care.
Ollie’s heart stumbled. Eric was the perfect alpha; it seemed as though Ollie was falling deeper in love, every time he looked at his brother again.
“You look like you might devour me,” Eric murmured, snorting when Jenn shoved her thumbs into his mouth.
“I’m not going to devour you.” Ollie blushed. He climbed out of the tub and into his bathrobe, grabbing a towel to dry Jenn off.
Eric handed Jenn over carefully. Then he rinsed himself off and stood, water sluicing off his chest, rivulets streaming from his nipples to his abs, and down his strong thighs.
“Shall I stand under the shower for a full minute?” Eric asked, almost smugly.
Olivier flushed, looking away. He hadn’t been aware that he was staring. “You don’t have to.”
“I could, you know.”
Eric replaced the shower head on the wall and turned it on, and Ollie couldn’t help looking back. That was his alpha right there. All his instincts said to step forward and rub up against Eric, so he’d smell like cedar, too.
Eric smirked, stepping out of the bathtub. Ollie sat Jenn on the counter to dry her off, his breath hitching when Eric pulled him into a warm embrace, utterly naked.
Then Eric slipped his hands into Olivier’s bathrobe, dragging his damp wrists down Ollie’s chest.
“Mine,” Eric growled in his ear. He dragged his wrist across Jenn’s forehead, too, leaving his scent on her. “All mine.”
“You sound like one of those possessive grumpy father bears,” Olivier said, his heart fluttering.
“I probably am.” Eric kissed Ollie on the neck. “But you know, this should be my new way of marking you.” Then he blew a ticklish raspberry there, and Jenn shrieked with laughter.
“Eric!” Olivier squawked.
“Eeeic,” Jenn said, kicking her legs.
“Oh, Jenn.” Ollie sighed exasperatedly. “No, that’s not what you call your dad. Say ‘Daddy’.”
“Dada,” Jenn said.
Eric made a soft, delighted sound in his throat. It still hadn’t gotten old for him. Ollie couldn’t help smiling.
“What do you want for breakfast?” Eric asked.
“Raw salmon.”
Eric paused, looking askance at him. “Didn’t you use to hate that?”
“Not right now, I don’t.” Ollie smoothed his hand over his belly, and a smile spread through Eric’s face.
“Do we have salmon?”
Olivier shook his head. “I want soy sauce with it... which means I should probably head out to get some.”
“I’ll do it. Watch Jenn.”
“But you haven’t had breakfast yet!” Olivier frowned.
Eric shrugged, caressing Olivier’s baby bump. “Anything for my omega, right? What else would you like to have?”
Ollie blushed. “I’d... I’d like coffee.”
“I have some going in the kitchen. That’s decaf. But even then, you aren’t supposed to drink too much. There’s still a bit of caffeine in decaf coffee.”
“I know that!” But Eric had made that coffee for him, and Olivier couldn’t help beaming.
Eric grinned, kissing Ollie’s ear. “Be back soon. You’ll have to feed Jenn, though.”
“Will do.” Olivier scooped Jenn into his arms, following Eric to the front door. “C’mon, Jenn. Let’s wave bye-bye to Daddy. Bye-bye!”
Jenn opened and closed her fist, and Eric disappeared through the door with a smile. Jenn babbled.
“Now it’s just me and you,” Olivier said.
Jenn pointed to the door. “Dada!”
“Daddy will be back soon,” Ollie answered, heading to the kitchen.
They had been experimenting with feeding Jenn some finger food over the past few weeks. Ollie sat Jenn in her highchair, then poured out some cereal for her.
She grabbed a few cereal O’s, cramming one into her mouth. A few rolled off her chest, scattering across the high chair tray. One bounced onto the floor.
Ollie sighed. It was so rewarding when Jenn hit her feeding milestones, but before that... there really was so much to clean up.
But this was what he would go through with his own baby, wasn’t it? All of this caring for Jenn... he was learning valuable skills, and he was becoming better so he could be Eric’s equal.
Sometimes, Ollie glimpsed the pride in Eric’s eyes, when Jenn fed herself an entire serving of scrambled eggs.
Then there were the times when Jenn smeared pasta sauce all over her face, before grinning at him.
She was kind of lovable, he had to admit. Her smiles cheered him up.
Olivier filled her sippy cup with water, then filled his own mug with more milk than coffee. Added a heap of sugar, poured himself some cereal. Spooned some into his mouth.
“No!” Jenn said. “No, no, no!”
“No?” Ollie asked. He nudged her cereal bowl closer, only to have her reach out when he ate some cereal. “You want a spoon?”
He pulled out a tiny plastic spoon Eric had bought for her, setting it on the tray. Jenn fumbled with it for a while.
Eventually, she stuck the wrong end of the spoon into her cereal bowl and lifted it up, attempting to scoop cereal into her mouth.
She was copying him. Olivier bit down a smile, flattered.
“You really should be copying your dad,” he said, getting up to crack some eggs into a bowl.
The scrambled eggs for Jenn were easy enough. Olivier smashed the cooked eggs into smaller bits for her, then added salt and pepper to his own portion. He made another batch for Eric, but with more butter and milk—tastier food.
Jenn dropped her spoon on the
