You had been throwing up nonstop for the past week, and after much reluctance, you finally went to the doctor. When he told you that you were pregnant, you burst into laughter. At first, you thought it had to be some kind of joke—but the serious look on his face said otherwise.

Panic set in. Pregnant? How was that even possible? You’d never slept with a man in your life. Then it hit you like a freight train. Grabbing your phone, you called Jayce and asked about the Hexstrap invention he had lent Vi. That’s when the truth came out: Vi hadn’t bothered to read the fine print.

Apparently, the Hexstrap wasn’t just a pleasure device for lesbian couples. It was also designed to enable magical conception, allowing both mothers to be biologically related to their child.

When you got home, you paced the living room, waiting for Vi to return from her duties as an enforcer. You didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or throttle her for not reading the packaging.

The door finally creaked open, and Vi walked in, her usual confident demeanor faltering as she caught the glare you were giving her.

“Violet,” you said sternly, arms crossed.

Her eyes widened in alarm. “What did I do?”

“I went to the doctor today,” you said through clenched teeth, “and it turns out I’m pregnant! Did you not read the fine print on the Hexstrap packaging?!”

Vi froze, her mouth opening and closing as if trying to process your words. Slowly, her eyes grew wide, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Wait… you’re really pregnant?” she asked, her voice soft and trembling. Tears welled up in her eyes, a mix of shock and joy spilling over as she stared at you.