Never Again
Rating: PG
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Victor and Janet Stein
Prompt: Pissed Off
Notes: Table 3 of the 5x10 prompts challenge
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Janet's pregnant.
Never again. He’d get himself snipped, talk her into stronger birth control, do anything, everything he could. Never again was he going through one of her pregnancies.
Once was quite enough, thank you.
Victor patted Janet’s back and held her while she cried. She’d been crying off and on for the better part of an hour. Before that, the mood swings had been wild, and he dreaded the next set.
Which came halfway through that thought, when she shoved him away.
"God! Always so touchy!"
Victor almost got up and left, but that had led to the batch of sobbing spells she’d just come off of.
"Janet, would you like something to drink?"
She blinked at him, confused. Then she was back to mad.
"Yeah. Poison."
He ignored that.
"How does Coke sound?" he asked.
"Fine. Whatever. Battery acid in a can."
He beat a hasty retreat to the kitchen, popped open a can, and poured it over ice, taking his time so that A) she wouldn’t be upset over hot Coke, and B) her mood swings could right themselves without the added benefit of a target.
He opened the kitchen door and found her on the other side, back on the crying jag. Victor set the glass in his hand down as quickly as he could before she launched herself at him.
"I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me!"
Janet pressed her face to his chest and he refrained from pointing out that she was pregnant, and that’s about as much of the hormonal as he wanted.
Instead, he petted her hair and held her, going back to living in fear.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Victor and Janet Stein
Prompt: Pissed Off
Notes: Table 3 of the 5x10 prompts challenge
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Janet's pregnant.
Never again. He’d get himself snipped, talk her into stronger birth control, do anything, everything he could. Never again was he going through one of her pregnancies.
Once was quite enough, thank you.
Victor patted Janet’s back and held her while she cried. She’d been crying off and on for the better part of an hour. Before that, the mood swings had been wild, and he dreaded the next set.
Which came halfway through that thought, when she shoved him away.
"God! Always so touchy!"
Victor almost got up and left, but that had led to the batch of sobbing spells she’d just come off of.
"Janet, would you like something to drink?"
She blinked at him, confused. Then she was back to mad.
"Yeah. Poison."
He ignored that.
"How does Coke sound?" he asked.
"Fine. Whatever. Battery acid in a can."
He beat a hasty retreat to the kitchen, popped open a can, and poured it over ice, taking his time so that A) she wouldn’t be upset over hot Coke, and B) her mood swings could right themselves without the added benefit of a target.
He opened the kitchen door and found her on the other side, back on the crying jag. Victor set the glass in his hand down as quickly as he could before she launched herself at him.
"I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me!"
Janet pressed her face to his chest and he refrained from pointing out that she was pregnant, and that’s about as much of the hormonal as he wanted.
Instead, he petted her hair and held her, going back to living in fear.