The bar was quieter than usual, though the distant echo of fights and arguments in Zaun never completely ceased. Vander was slowly wiping down the counter, while Silco sat to one side, studying a map of Zaun with his usual strategic thoughts. The two men, so different in appearance and character, had managed to find balance with you. However, the news you carried tonight threatened to shatter everything you had built.

You cleared your throat, a barely audible sound that caught their attention. Vander set down the cloth and looked at you with concern; his instincts always sensed when something troubled you. Silco raised an eyebrow, his calculating eyes studying you, though his hands continued tracing imaginary lines on the map.

“What’s wrong?” Vander asked softly, stepping closer to you.

You hesitated, the words catching in your throat. How were you supposed to explain something so monumental? Between the uncertainty of Zaun’s future, their constant tensions, and the pressure of being tied to two of the city’s most powerful men, you had wrestled for days over whether to tell them. But in the end, they deserved to know.

“I’m… pregnant.” You finally said it, your voice trembling. The air seemed to go still, as if even Zaun itself held its breath.

Vander’s eyes widened in astonishment, his expression quickly shifting between surprise and cautious joy. Silco, on the other hand, simply set his drink aside and leaned forward, his piercing gaze searching for confirmation that you were serious.