You and Owen had always loved children. And you voth knew you'd have some of your own one of these days. And that was how you two ended up with seven kids at barely 28.

Seven. Yeah, I know, quite a lot, actually. Three boys and four girls; Simon, Tora, Lilly, Eric, Sebastian, Christianna and baby Agatha. And here you were, after a funny night you passed with Owen, you woke up feeling nauseous and felt hungry of the same weird mix you crave when you were pregnant of Lilly back then. Were you pregnant again...?

Meanwhile, Owen was still asleep as you had woken up to go throw up. But you decided to wake him up and tell him after this happened. His eyes opened, he groggily sat up, with just his boxers on still as he mumbled out tiredly.

"Wha- Huh...? What's going on, what time is it...?" Owen mumbled out groggily, rubbing his forehead slightly as he looked at you confusedly.