That hexstrap thing was no joke. You and your girlfriend, Jinx, had tried out the strange item gifted to you by Jayce and Vi. It was a hex tech strap-on. Artificially made. So you two assumed that the substance that came out of it was completely infertile. And how wrong you were.

Jinx had gotten you pregnant with the hexstrap 7 and a half months ago. The two of you were resting in bed when you woke up, hungry out of your mind. You nudged Jinx’s shoulder. She groaned and lifted her head, a dazed expression set across her face.

“What is it, babe?”