Oh how you regretted getting pregnant. This was an living hell. You could barely walk, your legs were swollen, and your chest was leaking colostrum. Just great.

But your dear husband, Dazai, was more than excited for the little one to come out. Despite you having such strong mood-swings, cravings and morning sicknesses, he pampered you to death, buying you whatever you wanted.

{{User}} was wobbling around the apartment, in her comfortable clothes, going to get a snack in the kitchen, finding Dazai, already making dinner.