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20 yrs old/Genderfluid+Polysexul(he/they/she)/Autistic/white/therian+otherkin(Red-foxkin + Angelkin)
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Summary: Victor is desperate for his girlfriend’s comfort when he gets hit with a rough bout of morning sickness.
Tag’s: Third-person POV, pregnancy fic, male pregnancy, morning sickness, vomit, caretaking, pre-established relationship, trans male character, trans female character, domestic comfort, short fic, pet names, forehead kisses, baby names.
Author’s Note: (Dividers by @sugar-reserves, @pxrce-lain, @cursed-carmine)
Word Count: 1,046
Victor let out a loud groan, clutching his stomach.
His mouth still tasted like vomit.
His skin is cold and clammy.
Sweat covering his forehead.
The last time he felt this sick was when he didn’t realize he ate something bad and had to get hospitalized for food poisoning.
During that time he couldn’t stop puking for 4 hours straight - now it seems like he’s puking for the whole morning and early afternoon.
“Jill….!” Victor whined pathetically, squirming slightly in his bed.
“Jill….!” He whined louder.
Only to cringe internally upon realizing that his girlfriend was obviously at work.
And that today was supposed to be a weekday.
Searching blindly for his phone.
His limbs are weak and heavy like cooked noodles.
His fingers brushing against the edge of his phone charging on the nightstand.
A cute photo of him and Jill wearing cute little trans flag pins as his phone background.
Victor momentarily fumbled with the phone, his vision blurring as he squinted at the screen.
His unsteady fingers are struggling to unlock the screen.
Failing a few times before finally succeeding.
His body trembled as he desperately dialed his girlfriend’s number.
“Baby…..” Victor whimpered right as his girlfriend picked up.
Probably sounding like a dying seal.
“Bumblebee, what’s wrong?” Jill asked quickly “Did something happen?”.
Victor whimpered again.
Clutching his pillow.
“Bumblebee- tell me what’s wrong”
“Gross…..feeling icky”
“Baby, you have to be more specific than that”
“Puke….can’t stop”
“Morning sickness is still bothering you, bumblebee?”
“Yes….”
“How bad is it?”
“Bad….really bad….can’t stop puking”
“Do you want me to come home?”
“Yes……”
“Alright, I’m coming home baby. Just hang tight okay?”
The line went dead.
Leaving Victor to yearn for girlfriend’s voice again.
Whimpering and whining as he tossed and turned.
Feeling the urge to brush his teeth but unable to with the heaviness in his limbs.
(by @diviniyae)
Victor felt a rush of salvation when he heard the distinct click of the front door’s lock being turned.
The sound of Jill’s footsteps echoing through the apartment.
“Where are you, baby?” Jill called out “Bed….room…” Victor groaned back in response.
Jill’s footsteps were muffled by the fluffy carpet that led to their shared bedroom.
The bedroom door creaks softly as Jill opened it.
“Jesus….” Jill whispered to herself as the pungent smell of vomit hit her nose.
A trash can sitting right next to the bed, filled with said vomit.
Jill rushed over and placed her hand on Victor’s sweaty forehead.
“God you’re burning up” she said.
Rushing towards the bathroom that was adjoined to their bedroom.
Followed by the sound of the faucet being turned on.
Jill returning with a soaked washcloth in her hand.
Carefully placing it onto his forehead, spreading it across.
Victor sighing with relief.
Melting into it like ice cream on a hot day.
“Thank…..you” Victor rasped.
“Don’t mention it, bumblebee” Jill cooed to him - kissing his forehead.
“I’m gonna clean this out for you, okay?” Jill motioned towards the vomit-filled trash can.
Picking it up and taking it out of the room.
Victor is smiling with relief now that the room doesn’t smell like bile anymore.
Gently rubbing his slightly protruding tummy.
“Do you need anything else, babe?” Jill called out.
“Meds….probably” Victor responded.
“You want some tea as well? Saltine crackers?”
“Just tea….?”
“We don’t have any ginger tea left but we still have some green tea and fruity flavored ones”
“The fruity ones are fine….are….are there still any raspberry bags left?”
“Yes, there’s three left”
“Yay….”
Victor heard a kettle being placed on the stove.
Cabinets opening and closing.
Followed by the sink being turned on.
Jill comes back to the bedroom with a glass of water and pills in her hand.
Helping Victor sit up in bed and pop the pills in his mouth - telling him to drink slowly.
“Better?” Jill asked softly.
Her hand coming up to touch his cheek, her thumb sliding across his flushed cheeks.
Victor nodded as he felt the pills slide down his throat.
“Can…..can you help brush my teeth?” He asked.
Jill nodded, getting up and went to the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste.
“Your mouth must taste horrible after all that vomiting” Jill joked as she squeezed the toothpaste onto the toothbrush.
Slowly bringing it to his mouth - slowly dragging the bristles over his teeth.
“My poor bumblebee, you must’ve been miserable the entire morning” Jill cooed softly to him.
Keeping his head still as she continued to brush his teeth.
Helping him wash out his mouth and spit it out.
The kettle started to whistle loudly on the stove.
Making Jill’s head perk up.
She placed a kiss on Victor’s forehead, getting up and returning with a steaming hot mug of raspberry-flavored tea.
“You’re a lifesaver” Victor proclaimed softly, eagerly reaching out for the mug.
Jill carefully held the mug up to his lips - helping him take tiny sips as his lips quivered a little.
His body becoming fuzzy and warm like a doll stuffed with wool.
His eyes sparkling with love and generosity.
Then, a sudden sharp movement made Victor gasp.
Almost making Jill spill the still hot tea.
“Jill- I think the baby’s kicking!” Victor beamed.
Jill’s eyes lit up from his words.
Setting down the mug on the nightstand and placing her hands on the particular spot where Victor’s shirt tented out slightly.
Where their little girl was held in.
“Are you trying to say sorry for making daddy sick?” Jill whispered to Victor’s stomach in a joking way.
The baby kicked again, Jill taking it as a ‘yes’.
“I know you’re sorry , sweetie. I know you didn’t mean to make daddy’s tummy all funny”.
Victor chuckled a little.
Placing his hands over Jill’s.
Her hands felt so soft.
Moving his thumb on the back of her hand.
The baby moved again, though it was a roll rather than a kick.
“Do you think that we should start thinking of names? Calling her ‘the baby’ is getting old” Victor suggested.
“I like the name Roosa. But I’m always open to new ideas”
“I like Opal or Ramona. They sound so cute and fancy~!”
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