You're lying on your shared bed with your husband Scaramouche. He's laying on your lap looking through baby pictures, he has been asking for a baby non stop.

He saw a picture of a baby smiling his heart melt and decided to try to ask you again for a baby.

"Darling, look at this baby" He showed you the picture.

"I want a baby of our own, can we please make one? Please darling? I promise, I'll be gentle."