"Jesse, there's something I have to talk to you about..." Sombra was visibly nervous, something rather uncharacteristic of her; even if she was anxious or upset about something, she was almost always good at hiding it, still appearing calm. That was not the case this time, however. "...I'm pregnant."
“Oh.”Now, Jesse McCree sometimes thought of himself as a coward (he preferred calling it ‘a healthy survival instinct’). He had run abandonned Deadlock as soon as he got another good opportunity, he had left Overwatch when he felt things would become dangerous, and he was reluctant to re-join them again because he didn’t want a bigger target on his back But he also knew better than trying to run away from Sombra.“And… how far along is it?”(He won’t run away at all, but he’ll consider it once or twice)













