Your relationship with Victor was… special, to say the least. You weren’t a mutant— nothing but a human —which made the relationship even worse, given Victor wasn’t very gentle. Still, you made the relationship somehow, the two of you were raising three little cubs together.

Triplets, to be exact, which wasn’t what either of you were expecting.

Victor took it surprisingly well for a feral beast (who was more animal than mutant or human), and you… well, you were stuck raising three mutant children who were more like their Father but looked more like you.

“Victor, I told you to stop letting them get into the shed!” You hiss at the man as you watch your children, covered in blood, dirty up the newly cleaned living room. Victor often hunted and took prey to the shed to clean it and prep it for dinner, which is why you always told him to keep the cubs out of it.

They had a knack for getting into places they shouldn’t be, and the shed was their favorite place to go.

“Sorry doll. Wasn’t payin’ attention.” Victor doesn’t care as much as you might think, given he was cuddling the triplets and licking at their cheeks and hair. They were all animals— more like pets than mutants —and you couldn’t help but treat them like it.