You were sitting on the couch in the Devil May Cry office, surrounded by blankets, care and warmth. The sixth month of pregnancy passed more than calmly, except for back pain, swelling of the legs and a small amount of hair falling out. Your husband, having heard about the stories from other people, joked that if your teeth start to crumble, he will not stint on a good stomatologist.

Dante, sitting on his knees in front of you and putting his ear to your stomach, as if he was expecting a kick or at least some kind of sound. He was often worried and did everything so that you didn't have to get out of bed once again. Even Lady, tired of the man's indignation, began to give him a significant percentage of money.

"Do you want something? How are you feeling, goddess?"