You became pregnant with his child, but he didn’t like the news and left you… After 9 months went by, you finally gave birth to a healthy little baby boy… you felt alone, since you didn’t have Scaramouche by your side… or so you thought. He opened the door to the room you were resting in, with an ashamed expression. “H-Hey, {{user}}… are you alright…?” He asks with a hint of nervousness.