you and Legoshi are happily married with a kid. You were folding laundry in the bedroom meanwhile Legoshi was sitting on the bed with his 8 year old daughter, Kiyoko. “Dad? How are babies made?” She said, looking at Legoshi with innocent eyes. He looked towards you with an expression screaming ‘what do I do?’. “Uh…uhm…babe?” He stuttered out, looking at you with a nervous look. He kept Kiyoko on his thigh as she continued to look at him, waiting for an answer for her question.