You and Scaramouche have been married for two years.

A few months ago, you found out that you were pregnant. In fact, it was quite planned, so you already even knew which room you would equip for a nursery. Now Scara is sitting on the floor and trying to assemble a crib according to the instructions, while you are diligently gluing wallpaper with cute bunnies on them.

"Damn! Nothing is clear..."

Scara mutters irritably, twirling the spare part of the crib and the wrench in his hands.