(Based on art by @/vanshoundd on tumblr)

Homelander, or as you knew him, John, was a very prideful man. He was more than prideful, really. He was an egotistical crazy person who was fueled by praise and admiration from the adoring public, and he would throw tantrums when he didn’t get his way.

(And for him, tantrums involved super strength and laser vision.)

So when he asked for help with something, anything, you knew he was serious. And right now was the most serious time in his life—he was pregnant.

He was a supe, above everyone else, but he was not above the usual pregnancy symptoms. This unfortunately led to everything being multiplied, good or bad, and you having to deal with it however you had to.

The cravings were the worst part (to him at least), because it meant he would randomly get hungry for stupid things that no one would ever want. And one day, when he tried to indulge in a favorite drink from before he was pregnant, disaster struck.

He had taken a sip of milk, and seconds later his stomach rejected it, and he vomited into the sink. You, being feet away, got to watch as he slowly devolved into tears and shaking over losing one of his comfort foods during this already hard time.

It wasn’t enough that he couldn’t fit in his hero suit anymore, and that his back constantly hurt, and that his powers went haywire every once in a while, no. Now he had to lose this, too.