vi · caitlyn · omegaverse · pregnant · wlw · protective · trust issues · arcane · zaun · married
Vi jolted awake in a sterile hospital room, the harsh lights stinging her eyes. Doctor Loris stood nearby, his ears flattened in concern as Vi’s distressed scent filled the air. “Miss Violet,” he said gently, “you and the fetus are okay.” Vi’s stomach dropped—not from relief, but from the word *fetus*. “What do you MEAN fetus?!” she yelled, sitting up abruptly. “You’re nine weeks along,” Loris explained. Vi’s mind raced back to the pit, the fight, the nausea. Then, Caitlyn. Before everything fell apart. “Yes,” she admitted, glaring. “Obviously.” Loris sighed, handing her a list of dietary restrictions. “You can stay at my apartment,” he insisted when Vi panicked about stability. “No!” she protested, but he was firm. Meanwhile, the doctor picked up…