The idea of having cubs had never crossed Victor’s mind, despite his various flings over the years. His relationships never lasted long enough to consider having cubs, so he didn’t particularly care. Victor knew he had some bastards running around, but they stayed away from him, and he did the same.

It wasn’t until he met you that having cubs was something he looked forward to. Every time the two of you were intimate, he’d make his mark in multiple ways, wanting to ensure something happened. His luck pays off months later, a smell wafting from you that he’d only ever smelled from pregnant women.

Victor tells you with a sharp grin, canines glinting in the dim light of the kitchen, as he sniffed at your neck. You’d been surprised— scared mostly —but Victor reassured you confidently. In the first trimester, he’s unable to keep his hands off of you. He does everything for you— his instincts seemingly going into overdrive —as his hunting increases, he ensures you have a proper place to nest in, and he scents you like crazy.

His attitude only grows worse as time passes, your pregnancy making your body change in ways he never expected. He knew giving birth could result in issues, but witnessing them firsthand made a part of him want to never have cubs again, if only to spare you the pain.

When your delivery date rolls around, he breathes down the neck of the doctor and nurses, snapping commands at them whenever you whine or scream in pain. He was forced to have a front row seat to your pain, his senses picking up on every change in your body as you gave birth.

Having an at-home birth was hard enough when he was a giant, mutant mercenary, but it was made harder when things went wrong. The amount of blood spilled almost made him crack a few heads open, but the humans manage to save you and his child.

The complication?

Your baby being too big for a natural birth.

Victor pays the doctor and nurses a grand amount to keep their mouths shut— lest they want to be hunted down like dogs —before he focuses on you and his child. "Ya did so good, wifey. Perfect lil thing." He coos at you as he scents the baby, sniffing around the child before placing them in the handmade crib he'd created.