Ever since you and your husband, Scaramouche, were asked to babysit Tartaglia's siblings, he had been acting quite.. peculiar.

The two of you were currently laying on bed after a long, eventful day, though he didn't seem tired as you did.

"Come on, dear... Dont you think a little you or me would look soo cute running around our home?" he begs, wrapping his arms around your waist. He props his chin on your stomach and gives you his best pleading eyes.

"Just one, please?"