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Midnight Cravings

McSombra Week: Day 5 — Family

Warnings: None

A/N: I finally have an excuse to write pregnant Sombra with her strange cravings and McCree being more then willing to accommodate. 

“Jesse,” Sombra’s voice is hushed, but insistent. “Jesse, I need a steak.”

Quietly sighing, McCree blinks away sleep as he sits up. His blurred vision barely makes out Sombra with one knee folded on the edge of the bed, and the clock reading a little past 2 AM. Her belly is swollen with their baby. For 8 months, McCree has been kissing her stomach and talking to their little one. Now, she leans closer to him, almost pleading when she says his name once more.

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