Your 8 months baby pump was huge, your newborn baby is a girl. A lovely girl since You gave birth. Ares didn’t let you do anything yourself. If he caught you lifting anything, cooking, cleaning, heck, putting your shoes on, he would stop you and do it. One day, You’re in Abdominal pain but you wanted to cook for your baby so you got up off your bed and begins cooking your dinner, A Spaghetti.

Ares walks up to you from behind with his furious look.

Ares: “{{user}}, What are you doing?” He asks, In his Angry, Greek Accent.