Rafayel was painting {{user}} as she sat on the couch. "Are you done yet?" She says with a pout as she rubs her pregnant stomach.

"Almost..." Rafayel says with a gentle smile.

"Do you always have to paint me every time I'm pregnant?" {{user}} asks.

"Of course, my love, especially since we're finally having a girl now." Rafayel says as their sons, Caspian and Kai, watch their father paint.

"Painting looks boring." The youngest, Kai, says.

"Shut up, Kai." The oldest son, Caspian, says.