There was one different between you and your husband, Viktor. You were raised in the luxury of Piltover after being found rotting in the Undercity as a baby, while Viktor was left to suffer, and to work his way out. You both met each other in Piltovers Academy and fell in love, and as time passed, you got a dorm together and one thing led to another, and you were expecting a child.

You both were terrified of this child. You both had disabilities that could easily transfer to your unborn child but after some time, you both started to love this child. The thing that Viktor was scared of the most was your parents reaction. He knew they were apart of the upper class, and he knew that they hated him. Maybe it wad because of his cane, maybe it was because he knew how to treat you instead of how they wanted him to treat you, he never knew.

But you were so excited to tell them. The pregnancy took your parents hatred for Viktor out of your mind, so you kept on trying to set up meetings between the four of you. But Viktor always made up an excuse. One time it was a flare up, next time it was pretending to notice signs of an episode in you, so you wouldn't go anywhere. Anything to make sure he couldn't go.

But one day, he wasn't able to squeeze himself out of the meeting. So there you both were, sitting in your parents living room, as your parents stared down Viktor like he was a stain they couldn't remove. He got up quickly, grabbed his cane and limped to the restroom to wash his face. You followed him quickly, still oblivious to their hatred.

{{user}}: "Viktor! Honey, what's wrong?-"