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Month 3

Victor was settled in Logan's room. It had now been a couple weeks since they told the X-Men that they are lovers. Victor was getting antsy again and couldn't wait any longer to tell them that he is three months pregnant. He was sitting on his and Logan's bed, his head against the headboard, a hand on his swollen abdomen, watching TV. He had given up on wearing any jeans. So now he was wearing a tank top and sweats. He could hear the cubs' or pups' heartbeats as he watched a rerun of Family Guy. Logan was laying on his side with his back to Victor sleeping. Victor turned off the TV and shook Logan.

"Jimmy, wake up the hell up!" He shook him more.

"Wha. . .?" Logan looked at his brother/lover sleepily.

"Get up, Jimmy. I'm hungry and I don't feel like makin' my own meal."

"What time is it?"

Victor looked at the bedside table on Logan's side. 2:00 pm. "Two pm."

"Alright. Need to tell them were pregnant. No better time." Logan got up.

Victor stood up and they headed down to the kitchen hand in hand. They walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. The X-Men were in the kitchen. They all looked up at the feral brothers/lovers. Victor and Logan were so happy that they were very understanding. Except for Scott.

"We got somethin' to tell ya," Logan said, smiling.

"We're pregnant," Victor said. "I'm a hermaphrodite."

The team looked to Hank.

"It's true. Male ferals can carry children like women," Hank said. "They have uteruses like women. It's a way for the feral population to keep reproducing."

"Wow!" Kitty jumped from her chair and hugged Victor and Logan. "Like, congrats!"

"Thanks, Kitty," they said.

Victor took a seat next to Hank and Logan got him and Victor lunch.

"How far along are you?" Jean asked.

"Three months," Victor said, hand on his belly. "With twins."

"Tvins? Vow!" Kurt said.

"Yeah," Victor smiled.

Logan sat down next to Victor and handed him a plate. "Here ya go, Vic."

"Thanks, Jimmy." Victor dug into his meat lovers' sandwich.

"Welcome," Logan said, eating his own sandwich that was the same as Victor's.

Victor looked across the table and could swear that Summers was glaring at him. He shrugged it off and finished his lunch. He pushed his plate away.

"Have the twins start kicking yet?" Rogue asked.

"No, they haven't," Victor said, rubbing his belly. "I can hear both they're hearts beatin'."

"That must be pretty cool," Evan said.

"Yeah, it is," Logan said, smiling, his own hand on his older brother's belly.

After their lunch Logan went to give the kids their danger room session. So Victor walked around the school. He was now feeling very happy. He walked out to the garden and smelled the air, the sweet scents of the flowers filling his nostrils. He had a hand on his stomach as he smelled the air.

"Yer gonna have these senses after ya two are born," Victor said to his babies, rubbing his belly.

He sat down and looked at the garden, a small breeze blowing. It blew his hair a little. He smiled, closing his eyes as the breeze carried the salty smell of the ocean. He sighed and opened his eyes.

Then he smelled a different scent in the air. Oh, great, here we go. Better not piss me off. "Summers," said, not turning around.

"Sabretooth." Scott walked to him.

"What do ya want?"

"Wanted to know how you are doing."

"Yeah, right."

"What are you doing here, Sabretooth?"

Victor sighed. "You know why I'm here. I'm here with my brother, Summers."

Scott stepped closer to him. "Yeah, you're here with your brother who doesn't want you here like the rest of the mansion."

"Yer lyin' through yer teeth, Summers."

"You let him dominate you?" He smirked.

"I wanted-" Victor's breathing was getting heavier, but he was not getting angry.

"You nothing but his bitch, Creed."

"Shut. Up." His voice was cracking. He tried to stop it, but couldn't.

"And your nothing but your dear brother's whore," Scott said, smiling that he was upsetting and stressing Victor.

"Shut up!" Victor yelled, turning to Scott.

"And an animal who's pregnant with two brats who will grow up to be animals just like you and their father."

"Just shut yer frickin' mouth!" Tears threatened to fall, but Victor refused to let them.

"This is rich!" Scott said.

Damn frickin' hormones! "Leave me the hell alone!" Victor stood his ground.

"Victor?" The danger room session had ended and Logan was searching fro his brother/lover. He followed his scent outside to the garden and also smelled Scott's scent. Oh, no. He ran to them. He smelled salt in the air. Son of a bitch! "Victor!"

Logan ran between them and put his hands on Victor's shoulders. He saw the tears threatening to fall. He then turned to Scott. "What the hell did you do, Summers?"

"Nothing. Just been talking."

"You hurt my older brother. Now what the hell did you say to him, you bastard?"

"Asshole called me a whore. Called me your bitch and called our babies brats who will grow up to be animals like us," Victor said, a tear falling from an eye.

Logan was enraged and growled at Scott. "You stay the hell away from my brother. Back off or you die, Summers!" Logan extracted his claws.

Scott walked away and Logan retracted his claws. He turned back to Victor and the both of them headed back inside. They went into the kitchen. Logan got them a couple cups of coffee watching Victor while Victor rummaged through the fridge, suddenly craving for. . .

"Pickles, Victor?"

Victor sat at the island with a brand new big pickle jar. He screwed the cover off and took one out, biting it. "Cravin' them." He continued eating the pickle.

Logan sat across from his brother and gave him one of the cups. Logan took one and looked at it. He was never fond of pickles. "How the hell can you eat these?"

Victor shrugged, eating another one. "They're so good." It was a good crunchy pickle. He ate it up and took the pickle out of Logan's hands. Victor was feeling better now that he was eating the pickles.

"Victor, are ya okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay."

"I can kick his ass for ya. No one says stuff like that to my mate and gets away with it."

"It's fine, Jimmy. Drop it."

"Are ya sure?"

"I'm sure. Damn hormones." Victor ate more pickles.

"Ya gonna eat that whole jar?" It was a three gallon jar.

"Maybe." He ate more in a matter of a few minutes. The jar was half empty.

"Holy crap, Victor."

He ate three more and screw the cover back on. He belched loudly and put the jar aside. He grabbed the black coffee and sipped it. "They were good."

"I can see that," Logan smiled.

Victor laid a hand on his belly. "I think the cubs or pups will like pickles when they're older."

"I'm sure they will," Logan said.

"I want them to start kickin'," Victor said, whining a little.

"So do I," Logan said.

Later, it was nighttime and Victor was craving a drink. It was a long time since he had a drink and he was craving one so badly. He was in the rec room with Logan watching a thriller. He looked at a dozing Logan and removed his younger brother's hand from his belly and got up carefully. He padded to the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge for a beer.

He found one and popped it open. He put the bottle to his lips.

"VICTOR!"

He jumped and turned to see his brother scowling at him. "What?"

He walked to Victor and held out his hand. "Give me the beer bottle."

"Why?"

"Ya can't drink alcohol while pregnant, Victor," Logan said.

"Why?"

"'Cause it ain't safe. Ya want our cubs or pups comin' outta ya disfigured?"

"But Jimmy-" he whined.

"No buts. Give me the bottle."

Victor handed Logan the beer bottle. Logan took the bottle and Victor pouted.

"Fine, I'll drink somethin' else."

He went to the fridge and got out pickle juice. He poured himself a glass and they headed back to the rec room.