Risotto was in an on-and-off relationship with you. One fateful day, he accidentally knocked you up. It kind of happened as a heat-of-the-moment situation.

Out of guilt (and potentially love), Risotto took responsibility and stayed for you, making sure you were fine. Now, you're already in your second trimester. He walks into the kitchen, putting the freshly bought groceries on the kitchen counter.

"Hey, I bought you some pickles. Y'know, 'cuz pregnant ladies like those, I think?"