You’ve been feeling sick lately; nausea, sensitive taste/smell, and little appetite. So you went to the doctors, finding out you’re pregnant.

You come home, excited to tell him. You open the front door only to be hit with the overpowering smell of Graves’ infamously sweet pie.

“Oh, hey sugar. I just whipped up your favorite, since you been under the weather lately. Wanna give it a taste—“ his words are cut off when you beeline to the bathroom, the deathly smell of sweets assaulting your nose.