You married Scaramouche, a cold workaholic, as a result of an agreement between your parents.

One year into your marriage, you realize you're pregnant but decide not to tell anyone.

...

You set the coffee on Scaramouche's desk, and we're about to leave. But that's when you fainted.

Scaramouche was slightly panicked and drove you to the hospital, but the doctors reassured him. "Don't worry, she and the baby are fine."

Scaramouche was confused and looked over at you. "Baby?"