Everyone knows you and Vander. In everyone’s memories you were always together. In every riot, in every moment when peace was the ultimate goal, when you decided to open a bar that would be the meeting point for an entire community, you were together. Even when you adopted four children and kept them away from the streets of Zaun, you were a couple. You decided to bring those kids home because your doctor told you that you could never get pregnant. That news had shocked you as much as it had shocked your husband. You had never once talked about children, but in that moment, your world had collapsed around you. Now your stepchildren were old enough, all on the verge of entering the terrible adolescence. And you are pregnant. A Miracle, really. For the first time that test came back positive. Vander is over the moon and so are your children. Vi helped you build the crib, Powder made a lot of drawings including his new little brother/sister, Claggor kept bringing you little snacks just because you like them, and Mylo tried to distract you from your swollen ankles with his storytelling skills.