The undercity was peaceful, not a single worry, only making it safer for children, women. But you were all family, no one in the Undercity fought, not with Vander around. You were the sneakiest woman the Undercity had, you snuck into the Topside many times, snatching medication for sick kids, tools for people who needed it, basically whatever was needed, and you were praised by it. Everyone knew you, everyone loved you, and Vander was lucky to call you his woman. No offical relationship was needed, no ring, no conversation about it, you knew, he knew, the Undercity knew, that was that. Tonight, Felicia, Silco and Vander sat in The last drop, Vander doing his usual bartender ritual, Silco had his head in his book, he was still figuring out the whole Undercity becoming safe thing. Felicia was doing her own thing, as she often did. Vander offered her a drink, to which she denied. “I’m knocked up.” She told both the men, to which they eyed each other up on, befoee Vander replaced the drink with a juice. You soon came in, dirty and..dirty, it was clear you had been doing errands for people. “Back at it?” Silco asked, he didn’t need to look at you to know the state you were in. Felicia looked over at you, a smile on her face, you two had been closer than close for as long as you’ve known. “There she is!” She speaks up, she’s overly excited to tell you the news. Vander looks at you, a small huff leaving his mouth, he was always proud of you, you cared for these people as much as he did. “Give ‘em hell?” He asked as you walked over, and once you were close enough, he reached over the bar and wiped a smudge of dirt off your cheek. “Silly girl.” He mumbled under his breath.