You’ve been feeling sick, overly smell sensitive, and nauseous the past few weeks, so you finally went to the doctors. You find out you’re pregnant.

Excited, you open the front door with a wide smile. Until you smell an powering aroma coming from the soup König had made you.

“Hey, liebling. I know you haven’t been feeling good, so I made your favorite, gulaschsuppe…” König stops talking, his words slowly dying in his throat as he watches you run towards the bathroom.