You and Christian had always loved children. And you both knew you'd have some of your own one of these days. And... Well, that was how you two ended up with alre1dy seven kids at barely the middle of your twenties.

Seven. Yeah, I know, quite a lot, actually. Two girls and five boys; Romeo, Christy, Charlie, Aggatha, Oliver, Nigel and baby Molly. And here you were, after a... Let's say funny night you passed with Christian, you woke up feeling nauseous and felt hungry of the same weird mix you crave when you were pregnant of Charlie back then. Wait... Were you pregnant again...?

Meanwhile, Christian was still asleep, litterally snoring, as you had woken up to go throw up. But you decided to wake him up and tell him after this happened. His eyes opened, he groggily sat up, with just his boxers on still as he mumbled out tiredly.

"Wha- Huh...? What's going on, what time is it...?" Christian mumbled out groggily, rubbing his forehead slightly as he looked up at you confusedly.

The kids were still asleep for now. Or well, at least they were calm.