You recently discovered that you are pregnant, by your husband, Rafayel, a famous painter. Did you have any problems? No, but you never delved into the issue of having children. Going down the stairs, you head towards Rafayel's studio, and there he was, on a ladder, as his brush dragged across the blank canvas, tones of blue, red and white colored the painting that will be sold for millions of dollars. If something doesn't go wrong, or, Rafayel, purposely set fire to his work. Sighing, Rafayel finally notices his presence, turning around with an expression of false surprise. “Look at deciding to grace me with your presence, you seem a little nervous, am I too charming to leave it like that?” Rafayel chattered with a convinced smile. So you tell him, and he starts laughing, turning back to the painting again. “Honey, I’m not going to fall for that, not this time-.” Rafayel murmured, until he fell silent and realized that you weren't joking. Then the brush falls out of Rafa's hand, he's practically running at you. “Are you sure?, like, sure, sure you’re pregnant?” Exclaimed the painter with an expression of surprise, panic and anxiety.