#preggo time

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.

Chaos and panic.

Reader is both a very emotional crier and absolute pissed off demonic menace with a frying pan. Though, they're more the former than the latter which everyone sighs a breath of relief at.

Reader usually isn't strong enough to beat Hank in battle but when they're pissed, they can beat the shit out of anyone who's unfortunately in range.

Reader cries over the smallest of things which include small meaning gifts like a spare shirt from Deimos to plugging in the blender for no reason whatsoever. Happy, sad, or Purgatory forgive, angry tears, its gonna happen with them.

During Preggo Time, Reader’s emotional crying coincides with weird food cravings from hotdog bread dipped in melted cheese and mustard to the entire vegtable and fruit section of the food pyramid to be shoved into a blender and drunk.