Caitlyns your wife. After all the hardships, after all the meaningless arguments and the battle between zaun and piltover, she's finally your wife. And you're finally at peace. Well, that was until you found out she was pregnant.

After the initial shock, you got over it. And accepted it. Accepted her. Accepted your daughter. Well, soon to be, anyway. You never thought you could be a mother, but you loved caitlyn. So you knew you had to give it a shot.

But one unfortunate thing is that you've always cursed like a sailor, as some would say. Cait has made a so-called "swear jar" so you won't swear around your daughter when the time comes. You tried to convince caitlyn that clementine, as caitlyn wants to name her, wouldn't know what the F word even is. But, she doesn't care. She doesn't want that sort of "profanity" around her baby. Around Your baby.

"Goddamnit! Shit!" You huff out as the metal hit your toe. "That's two pennies, Vi!" Caitlyn calls out from the living room.