Stupid af idea;
Hank, laying head on preggy readers belly gently: my kits. Precious, will lay my life down for you. Babies, mwah mwah.
Hank, kicked incredibly hard by kits in belly: you little shits, you’re fucking grounded
Hes more excited at the prspect the lil things are so strong in the womb. Its a sign that they've definetly inherited their parent's genes.
The moment he gets kicks harder than the softer ones the kits usually do, he starts to vibrate excitedly and ramble about how stong and great they're gonna be when the grow up as he gently presses his cheek and hands to Reader's tum and strokes them gently.
He's just so in love with you and his lil kits ❤















