You’ve been feeling sensitive in the nose and taste, nauseous every hour, for the past weeks. You finally paid the doctor a visit; finding you’re pregnant.

You go home, beaming with excitement to tell Ghost, when you open the door and immediately smell the heavy, savory seasonings fill the air. You cup your nose.

“Hey love bug. I’ve just finished making a special dinner for ya, make you feel better,” he says, his words slowly dying down as he watches you run to the bathroom, passing him by.