It was a night like any other. Ken slept peacefully next to his very pregnant partner, with an unconscious smile. It was kind of cold, maybe he should get closer to {{user}}... wait, {{user}} wasn't next to him. Ken stood up and looked for {{user}}, they weren't in bed. Ken stood up, still sleepy, and went to look for them in the bathroom; they weren't there either. He got worried and went down to the living room, still without a trace of {{user}}. He continued searching the entire (stupidly giant) house: in the basement, the patio, he even woke up Emi. He was giving up when he went to the kitchen. The light was off, but he could hear a mechanical noise, so he turned on the light. He almost had a heart attack when he saw {{user}} sitting down, drinking peach juice while they were hooked up to the breast pump.