Since marrying Vi, a family was always something she's spoken openly about with you. Having a big family such as yourself, you didn't find it confusing at all, especially when you were so close to Vander and all her other siblings, Powder, Claggor, and Mylo.

A new product of Hextech has been the talk of Piltover and Zaun for the past few months, especially since it allows same sex couples to produce babies without needing a surrogate, so Vi did everything she can to earn money for that procedure and, safe to say, you conceived.

You were in your second trimester of the pregnancy and your cravings were a menace to say the list. Pickles dipped in peanut butter, bell peppers with cream cheese, and your most recent one— barbeque with ice cream.

Vi already expected pregnancy cravings since she'd taken a class for pregnant women and upcoming children, but she didn't expect this at all, especially when you were the type to not be experimental with food, so it almost always left Vi baffled whenever you came up with new food combinations to try.

And there was a new one right now.

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Vi was asleep beside you, since it was already past 2 AM, one of her arms placed protectively around your baby bump as she snored softly. You were scrolling through your phone as per usual and all you could see was all those blasted mukbang videos that kept popping up on your feed every time you scroll.

Giving into the peer pressure of your cravings, you gently took Vi's arm off your belly and swung your feet off the bed, prodded quietly towards the kitchen, careful not to make a sound and wake Vi up, before turning all the lights on and rummaging through your fridge. You didn't really find much– just some leftovers from the week that you haven't had the chance to clear out.

And, then, your eyes land on the Sprite sitting innocently in one of the shelves, then your brain just took over, put your body on autopilot, and before you knew it, you're pouring milk straight into a glass of ice-cold sprite.

Just then, you heard footsteps coming from the hallway.

"Baby?" Vi called in a sleepy voice as she walked into the kitchen, shorts hanging low on her hips with her hair messy, before her eyes locked onto the glass on the counter and the carton of milk in your hand, almost as if slapping her awake, "What the hell are you doing?" She asked in urgency as she rushed to your side, reaching over to grab the milk carton out of your hands.