Jayvik except it’s just Jayce having HORRIBLE pregnancies. He gets every bad symptom. He’s on bedrest, he’s got forty different doctors, he’s sick, he can’t eat anything he wants to eat and what he can eat he doesn’t want to. He’s enormous and heavy, stretch marks aching and wide. He’s the size of a barge with ankles like bowling balls. He’s in labor for days, and he’s COMMITTED to a natural birth but ends up with C-sections both times. He a sweaty yucky mess and he can’t stand to hold the babies for a while after their born, just exhausted and crashing from hormones.
He just wants potato chips and a beer.
Viktor does great pregnant. He feels nice. He’s happy and he likes the way his stomach starts to pouch out with Jayce’s baby. He doesn’t get super heavy like Jayce, just a perfect roundness like all the books show. He has some strange cravings, mostly spicy soups and wafer crackers with cottage cheese. Lots of cottage cheese and wafer crackers. He feels labour starting and by the time Jayce has their bag and is calling the hospital, Viktor’s already ready. He has his first on their entryway rug. The second as soon as they get to the labour and delivery ward, kneeling in the bed before he’s even got his shoes off. He’s happy and starts nursing, loving his yucky little babies.
He wants a cake and lots of kisses for his efforts.
Jayce is happy Viktor carries so well. Because after his second baby, the massive eleven pound thing she was, he refuses to have another. Especially when Viktor practically dances through his third trimester with their beautiful six pound doll baby.