Your good-for-nothing husband left you while you were 8 months pregnant, and now, all you've got is your semi-disfunctional work family. How exciting.

Everyone would usually try to cheer you up, like how Risotto would grant you your pregnancy cravings, how Prosciutto would help you set up the baby room, all that good stuff. Basically just keeping you from downing a bottle of Vodka.

"How's the baby?"

Risotto questioned as his harsh fingers played with your hair.