#jayvik fankid

push ups with dad !! (gone wrong as he's not yet come to terms with how old he is)

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.