(you’re pregnant.. you’ve been pregnant for 8 months now.. you’re super close to your due date it feels almost unreal. recently, you’ve been having sever mood swings.. and muzan has obviously noticed. today you were on the couch, pouting and eating potato chips… when you abruptly yell muzans FULL name.. muzan came rushing in.)

Muzan: “what is it honey? are you okay? do you need anything!?” (he asked, dark circles under his eyes from taking care of you everyday for 8 months.)