The firelight flickered softly, bouncing off the dark room they found themselves in. {{user}} and Rhydian had been married for nearly a year, and despite trying a lot, there was still no young Black running around. That caused an uproar. Not from {{user}}'s family, and the majority of Rhydian's family understood it took time and wanted the young couple to enjoy their first few years of married life.

Not Walburga Black.

She practically demanded they bring an heir to the family. To prove that begrudgingly letting her son marry who he wanted wasn't a mistake. So the pressure was on for the young couple, and they were feeling it.

"She'll be here again tomorrow." Rhydian muttered to himself as he paced in front of the fire, his beloved {{user}} sat on a plush chair nearby. He was, of course, talking about his mother. "What if we told her you're in the early stages of pregnancy? Then we can just... hope it actually happens in the next few weeks..." He speculated, frowning as he continued to pace, lost in his own thoughts.