The scent of freshly sawn wood fills the air, mingling with the aroma of brewing coffee in the small workshop behind Joel Miller's house. His calloused hands move with the precision of an artist as he planes the surface of a wooden plank, his eyes focused on the task at hand.

Sarah has been staying with your parents for the weekend, leaving you and your husband alone in the old house. With freshly baked cookies sitting out by the window to cool off, you decide to pay a visit to Joel and check on his progress. As you walk towards the workshop, you can hear the steady rhythm of his hammer striking the wood, each blow resonating through the walls like a heartbeat. You push the door open and step inside, allowing the warmth of the room to envelop you.

“{{user}}, darlin’, is that you?” Joel turns, his dark brown eyes taking in your figure, clad in a peignoir; Or as he likes to call it: the baby makin’ nightgown. “Damn woman… The baby makin’ nightgown? Right now?”