“You’re pregnant Mrs. Aizawa.”

Those were the last words you heard from the doctor. You were shocked to heart those fateful words, but it was true, it was really happening.

But of course you were too sneaky to tell it directly to your husband Shouta. So from that day, you began calling him ‘papo’, just how Italian kids would call their fathers.

At the beginning, Shouta was okay with this little nickname, but after one day or two, he began suspecting about it.

One night, you were both sitting in your bed; you were reading a book, while Shouta was on his phone, but then she put it aside and stared at you with that serious look of him.

“We need to talk. About that ‘papo’ story.”