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Between work, preparing for the new baby, being a dad, more work, work work work, and writing Batman fanfiction (a hero's got to get her kicks somewhere) Victor hasn't had much time for anything else.

She's never thrown a proper baby shower, so she's really glad for April's help. Though, it's not quite a proper baby shower.

Her apartment is draped with color, forget pastel blues and pinks and yellows that look like a marshmallow Peep's intestines. Brilliant, bright turquoise, green that looks like it was snatched off of a jungle plant, gold baubles hanging from the light fixtures.

Forgot to mention, the lights are off and the guests are crouching down behind the couch, huddled in the kitchen, shuffled behind lamps and curtains.

Are they under attack? Stay tuned to find out.

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"Great job," Jack agrees, joining in the praise. "You're a natural."

"Another good game is making a baby pool, guessing when the baby will be born. Weight. Gender."

"I guess forty pounds," Jude says, with a cheeky grin.

"You hardly weigh forty pounds," Vic says. Though that's not true.

"Absolutely not," Jack says with a shudder. He's never had a natural childbirth, since the other baby he carried wasn't compatible with his physiology enough for that, but just the thought of it is horrifying.

"Why's it called a pool?" he wants to know. He still isn't sure why this party is called a shower either when there's no showering going on, either.

"People put money on their wagers. And in the end, the parents get half the money, and the person who gets the most right gets the other half."

"It is a pool of money." April shrugs. She doesn't get it either.

"Pooling can mean pulling resources together," Victor says, just to add to what April said.

"That makes sense, I suppose," Jack says with a nod. "Am I allowed to guess? I might have an unfair advantage."

"Of course you can. I was allowed to make guesses when I was pregnant." And she had a similar unfair advantage.

"I'm not great with estimations," Victor says. "But I'll give it a go."

"I'm gonna guess it'll be eight pounds, and a boy. I don't think guessing the date would be fair for anybody since it'll probably have to be a surgical birth though."

"I am going to guess seven pounds and six ounces. And a boy also."

"Seven and ten, and boy," Vic chirps.

Jack grins and stage whispers towards his abdomen. "Hear that, kid? You've got to play favorites now. And if you end up being a girl, I'm going to laugh for a long time."

"Baby?" Jonathan points at Jack's tummy.

Victor is just overcome, and she gives Jonathan a big kiss on the cheek, and then she hugs Jack tightly from behind (and a little to the side), arms draped over his shoulders.

"That's right," Jack affirms, leaning into Victor's touch. He's a very hands-on kind of guy, even when there's no ulterior motive. He just likes human contact. "That's your Uncle Victor and Uncle Cole's baby."

Jonathan giggles as Victor gives him a kiss. And reaches out his arms too. "Hugs!"

April chuckles at her silly boy, picking him up for hugs.

Vic's the same way; she loves loving other people, whether it's through her hero work, her volunteer work, or even just hugging onto her buddies. She smooches Jack's cheek. "Yep! There's gonna be another little baby."

"He's a smart little guy," Jack tells April with a grin.

"He is such a treasure." April smooches Jonathan's cheek. He giggles again.

"Isn't he just!"

Jack gives Victor a big ol' squeeze, and ropes April and Jonathan into the group hug.

((awwww this seems like a perfect end. Unless anyone had something we needed to cover))

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