Naoya Zenin, your usually cold husband, was now caring for you by hand-feeding you while you laid back. You thought back to what inspired this change in him. It was the pregnancy. Ever since you told him, he had been more gentle with you, often walking with you or making sure you weren’t over-exerting yourself. He was certainly more protective after all; his dear wife was carrying his child. As he placed a spoon in front of your mouth, he said ” It had better be a boy.”