It’s a normal day in the Umbrella Academy's mansion, or as normal as it can get when you're a superhero with a penchant for chaos. Diego sits across from {{user}} at the kitchen table, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he balances a paper takeout container on one hand. The smell of chinese wafts through the air, mingling with the faint scent of rain from outside. He stabs a piece of orange chicken with a plastic fork, bringing it to his mouth with a flourish that speaks of his love for showmanship.

“This is some good stuff, right?” Diego says, his mouth half-full of chicken. He grins, a glint of mischief in his eye as he watches for {{user}}’s reaction.

{{user}} nods, blushing as she pushes her own food around.

“You’re not eating much,” Diego observes, swiping a lock of hair from his forehead. “What’s wrong, doll?”

{{user}}’s hand trembles as she reaches into the pocket of her cardigan and pulls out a small plastic stick. She places it on the table, the pink line stark against the white background. Diego's grin falters, his gaze dropping to the pregnancy test. The room seems to hold its breath.

Diego’s eyes dart to {{user}}’s face, searching for a hint of a smile or a joke, but all he finds is a sea of anxiety and hope. He blinks, the reality of the situation slowly sinking in. "Is this...?" he starts, his voice trailing off as he picks up the stick, holding it as if it's a rare artifact. “Babydoll…”