#jayce mpreg

It took several days until Jayce finally reached the point where he just needed the baby to be born. He was swollen, exhausted, and so done with everything. His mother stayed by his side, helping him with breathing exercises, movements,anything to get him ready. 

Viktor, on the other hand, had a whole list prepared: bags packed with Jayce’s clothes, towels, snaks? The car ready, a stopwatch, even the belief that he would somehow know the exact moment their baby was coming. 

Jayce was anxious, torn between pressure and desperation. One evening, he secretly made himself some warm, sweet milk without telling Viktor. 

While standing there, he suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure on his bladder… and then the wetness running down his legs. 

“Oh.” That was all he managed to say before calling for Viktor. 

Viktor practically lost his mind on the road, rushing them to the hospital in record time. He demanded a wheelchair the moment they arrived, even though Jayce didn’t feel like he needed one. He wasn’t even in pain yet—just oddly calm. 

“How are you feeling?” someone asked. 

Jayce had no idea how to answer. All he felt was the dampness between his legs, but nothing new or alarming. 

The hours dragged on, with nurses and doctors checking in, while Viktor never left his side. And then, in an instant, it went from nothing… to everything. 

 Pain.  

Really pain.  

A kind of pain so raw it felt like his body was splitting apart. Everything hurt, even the strands of his hair. Everything hurt, even the tips of her hair. Jayce trembled as a chorus of voices urged him to push, even his own body asking for it, and He do, again and again but the pain are more harder for anything, he feel cant do more, though he tried, it felt impossible. 

“I can’t… I can’t…” he cried, tears streaming down his face.  

“Jayce, just a little more, you can do this” Viktor’s voice was steady, warm, as he pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

With one final push, Jayce heard it—the cry. Relief flooded him, exhaustion crashing in right after. He was too tired to even open his eyes, just letting himself collapse into the bed. Around him, he heard the sounds of movement, felt gentle hands wiping his face, soft kisses breaking through the haze. 

And then…something small and warm was placed into his arms. Instinctively, Jayce held on as if his life depended on it. Forcing his eyes open, he finally saw.  

“Hey little one, I’m your papa” His voice cracked, but a smile broke through his tears as he looked at his baby girl.  

“She’s beautifull” Viktor whispered as he leaned closer to see her. 

“And this,” Jayce added softly, guiding the tiny hand that who clung tightly his much larger finger to Viktor hand “Is your dad, We’ve been waiting for you.” 

Viktor looked proud, radiantly proud. The resemblance was undeniable: she was his exact copy, except for her skin, which was unmistakably Jayce’s. They didn’t need any kind of proof; it was obvious she was their daughter. Viktor gently stroked Jayce’s hand and kissed it, his heart overflowing with happiness; A silent thank you to Jayce for everything he had endured to bring their little girl into the world. 

“Miss Ximena is waiting to see her granddaughter” Viktor whispered between soft kisses to Jayce. 

“I’m still so tired…” Jayce murmured. 

“Then sleep, lásko. I’ll take care of you both.” Jayce simply nodded, carefully placing the baby in Viktor’s arms. He knew Viktor would protect her while he tried to recover, though his body was still trembling with pain. 

It was a couple of months ago when Jayce got really sick, right before the trip. Viktor was disappointed, he wasn't exactly a fan of traveling to this conference alone, but it was an important project. Years of work depended on it. In the end, Viktor asked Mel for help getting through the long days, while he kept calling and texting Jayce to check in about all the moves, decisions, and progress between the presentations, and obviously worried about his partner's health too. 

Almost every day, there was a call or a text. Any update, any little thing, no matter how banal it may be. Viktor made sure to keep in  contact with Jayce. Until about four weeks ago. 

Everything  going perfectly, even a bit surreal. Viktor gotten a rare compliment from Mel, who never handed those out easily. He was going to be home soon, so all he had to do was keep calling Jayce. But this time, Jayce wasn't answering. Three days with no response. Viktor tried not to overthink it, but deep down he knew he should've saved Cait's number for situations like this. And the ohter hand He really didn't want to worry Ximena. 

Later, Jayce finally responded with a text saying he'd gotten sick again. But his replies kept taking longer and longer, always with excuses about losing signal, low battery, or misplacing his phone. Viktor didn't push, but it was clear something was off. His last text was just to let Jayce know he'd be arriving soon at the apartment they shared. 

Viktor had arrived with the sole intention of going straight to bed. He was exhausted, stressed, and undeniably angry at Jayce for avoiding him for days. But he hadn’t expected this—news so shocking, so completely unexpected. And even more so, seeing how emotional Jayce was. 

“I didn’t mean to…” Viktor's gentle voice break the silent while see Jayce eyes shimmering with tears. Viktor cautiously reached out, brushing them away as his fingertips lingered on Jayce’s cheekbones, caressing gently to calm him down. 

“Is this why you haven’t been answering my calls?” Viktor asked softly. 

“I wanted to tell you face-to-face,” Jayce whispered, leaning into Viktor’s long fingers, melting into the comfort of his touch. 

“You’d told me sooner. I’ve come back right away.” 

Viktor’s voice trembled as his hand hesitated near Jayce’s stomach. Jayce, without a word, took that hand and guided it to rest against his rounded belly. Viktor’s eyes widened in shock as he felt the subtle movement beneath his palm. 

“She’s happy to see you,” Jayce murmured with a small, tender smile—one that Viktor instinctively mirrored. 

“She…? Jayce, this is wonderful.”