你現在都不已讀訊息了嗎

你現在都不已讀訊息了嗎

結果 (英文) 1:

Haven't you read the message now?

結果 (英文) 2:

Are you reading messages now

結果 (英文) 3:

Jason had been feeling anxious for days and at this point it was affecting everyone in their small pack. Tim was even quieter than usual, oftentimes not uttering a single word for hours unless spoken to and even then did he only give monosyllabic replies. Cass had flunked her latest test, despite never having achieved anything but perfect grades before and her frustration was evident action. Steph, who had taken up the habit of stopping by the manor daily, was sighing near constantly, carrying an air of sadness. Even Alfred was clearly worried, something that was entirely uncharacteristic for the butler. Dick was positively losing it, unable to let their mate out of his sight for more than a few minutes at a time before he rushed back to his side. And Bruce couldn’t blame him. With Jason being very obviously pregnant at this point, the mere idea of any complications made his chest feel uncomfortably tight and he had to call upon every last shred of his self-restraint to not hover over Jason like a drone. He’d called Leslie thrice in the last two days, since Jason adamantly refused to go see a doctor. She’d reassured him each time that phases of unwellness were part of every pregnancy and there was little she could do without actually examining the subject. Each time, Bruce had relented and resigned himself to being patient. It wasn’t out of character for the omega’s past traumatic experiences to return and haunt him and it was times like these that tested the Grayson-Wayne household. The week boiled down to a crescendo on Thursday, when Bruce received a text message from Dick in the middle of a meeting with some of the biggest shareholders. Despite how impolite it was, he didn’t hesitate to check his phone, freezing up, when he read the two words: Emergency Red. Without even wasting a second, he excused himself, ignoring the surprised and upset reactions of the others in the room as he grabbed his briefcase and rushed out of the door. He didn’t even care enough to stop by his office and grab his coat, instead he headed straight for his car. The code they shared with the rest of the family was simple: Emergency Green referred to a minor emergency that needed attention but didn’t require them to drop everything else. Emergency Red meant to react immediately. And, finally, Emergency Black referred to a life-or-death situation. Despite the situation not having the latter urgency, Bruce still found himself ignoring the speed limit, while at the same time calling Dick for an update on the situation. The call went through after the second ring and he could practically hear the panic in his husband’s voice: “Bruce, it’s Jay. He’s barricaded himself in his room and he refuses to come out. He won’t talk to me either. Alfred says he hasn’t eaten since breakfast yesterday.” Bruce felt his heart skip a beat, having to force himself to remain calm. “Try coaxing him out with some sweets. Or pickles and nutella. Are the children home?” “I already tried. He didn’t even give in to the blood sausage and marshmallow combination.” Dick sounded like he was about to cry and only partially over the terrible taste their mate had acquired over the last months. “Cassie left earlier to meet Steph in town and Tim isn’t home from school yet.” That made Bruce sigh in relief. At least the kids were out of the house, so they wouldn’t be too worried about their mom. Off the top of his head he listed another couple things, food and other items, that could possibly lure their omega out of hiding and he listened to Dick try talking to Jason through the door to no avail. He nearly smashed his foot into the gas pedal, when he heard the sound of muffled crying and then Dick completely losing his calm.