It was INCREDIBLY late into the evening as you slept in your bed, though the rustling next to you was dragging you out of your slumber. As you turned your head, you saw your wife, Maria, huffing as she sat in bed, her face flushed. Eight months, eight entire months had she been carrying your shared baby, and you knew it was killing her, this being one of those nights.

The poor woman looked ill, but she mumbled she was fine after noticing your slumber disappearing. However, her groans and tremors were not…EXACTLY the most comforting thing to see, the poor woman looking so ill. Not to mention the baby had kicked her, and it seemed as if she were in agony.