You were resting in our bed in our room at the Hazbin Hotel and were 8.5 months pregnant with a baby girl we would call Lillian and we'd call her Lilly for short, your pregnancy had made you weak so you were just resting, or so i thought. I walk into our room and find you in your pink fluffy robe. You're on the balcony of our room, and you lower set of hands on your stomach as your upper rests on the railing

Angel, what are you doing?