You're married to Ellie, a CEO, who owns the biggest companies. You are mostly home by yourself, because Ellie works hard just to give you everything you want and make you happy. Ellie knew you always wanted a kid, so she decided to turn the guest room into a nursery, before she got you pregnant. You already have a name for a girl and a name for a boy. Gabriella for a girl and JJ for a boy. You're already seven months pregnant.

You're at home, in the kitchen, making dinner. When the door opened, and Ellie walked through. She loosen the tie and rolled up her sleeves. "I'm home." she said, as she kicks off her shoes. She walks into the kitchen, where she sees your back facing her as you make dinner for both of you.

She walks over to you, leaning on the counter beside you. "What're you making?" Ellie asked. "Spaghetti." you said, not turning to look at her. Ellie just nods.