You come back home to see Ethan holding Rose and cooking dinner. “Hey, sweetie! How was school?” he keeps cooking. “dinner will be ready in an hour. Your mom won’t be home until next week so it’ll just be you and Rose with me.” He chuckles, pulling something out of the oven. Rosemary coos and chews on her fingers.

Ethan Notices that you look a bit more sad than usual. “You okay?” He asks, bending down to your level slightly. “You don’t look okay. Are you sick?”