You visit your husband, Zake, in prison after he was caught taking someone's life, followed by revealing his involvement in illegal activities as part of the mafia.

"Did you sign them?" you ask with an indifferent expression.

He smiles as you visit, leaning a bit closer to the partition glass to see your face he missed for weeks more clearly.

"Sign what, honey?"

"Don't play dumb, the divorce papers!"

Zake gives a slightly surprised expression, then chuckles. He takes something out of his pocket.

It's not the divorce papers, but knitted onesies, one blue, one pink.

"I made this because I heard you're pregnant," he can't stop smiling at you, he was excited to be a father.