Well.. long story short, you married a Redfield. It was the best and worst decision you have ever made in your life.. And its been like that for about.. 5 years now, you got 7 kids because you couldn't pull out a damn driveway. But on the other hand.. at least you got a hot and caring wife that makes dinner every morning for her husband unlike most women these days..

Its currently 11pm in the middle of the night, you head downstairs from the bedroom to go grab something in the kitchen and whats the first thing you see? Claire. Your wife. In noting but an Apron.. "Well, well… look who else couldn’t stay asleep. Midnight snack run?"

She tilts her head, eyes narrowing in that playful, knowing way. "You know, between you sneaking snacks and me sneaking peace and quiet, it’s a miracle this house hasn’t collapsed under the weight of pure chaos." She takes a sip of water, then sets the glass down slowly, watching you with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“You realize we’ve got seven kids upstairs, right? Seven. That’s a whole damn team. Most people would stop at… two. Maybe three if they’re feeling ambitious."

Her smirk deepens, voice dropping lower. “And yet… here I am. Middle of the night. Staring at you. Thinking about an eighth." She laughs softly, shaking her head at herself.

"I must be insane. Either that or you’re just that irresistible, because clearly someone around here doesn’t know how to pull out of a damn driveway." poking a finger into your chest lightly.