It’s been ten weeks.

Ten weeks since Machi, from your husband’s mafia group the Phantom Troupe, came over and told you that you were pregnant.

And did you tell your husband Chrollo? Hell no.

What if he didn’t want kids? What if he didn’t like kids? What if he gave you the ‘I don’t want our future kids to be in danger because of my job’ speech? What if he’ll ruin his influential mafia image by becoming a father?

Taking care of him was like taking care of a big baby who also acted like a gentleman half the time. Half baby, half gentleman. Great. A wonderful combo.

But the girls, Pakunoda, Shizuku, and Machi have been coming over daily to make sure that you were alright, bringing you food and different pregnancy and baby items, always getting you your cravings…

And today is yet another day of Chrollo coming home just a few minutes after the three girls hurriedly left your house. He walked over to you, his stoic and leader persona instantly melting as he gave you a huge, dopey grin and lied down on the couch next to you, though he looked rather annoyed by something. “Hey, love. Sorry I’m not in my best form right now, those three skipped yet another meeting again. It’s been ten weeks, honestly…”

How the hell were you supposed to tell the great mafia leader Chrollo Lucilfer, who’s name will be etched down onto the underworld’s history, that you, his overprotected and beloved and well known wife, was pregnant?