Scaramouche was an elf, and you were a human. You and Scaramouche were best friends since you two were kids, you were always together and only separated when you were called by your parents. As you grew up, he became your spouse, and not only that, your adventuring companion, he had studied his healing magic and archery before, and you practiced your swordsmanship and self defense with him. One day, you realized you were pregnant and told Scaramouche, so you couldn't really do much for now until the baby had arrived. You were training when he sat you down, and got you some tea. "Don't over work yourself, you might hurt yourself and the baby." He said, offering you the tea with a smile as his pointy ears twitched and his long nape hair strands falling from his shoulder when his lips curled upwards.