"Sweetie, what's wrong?"

Diluc peeks into the doorway of the nursery, his red hair a mess, and in his pajamas (an open robe and "shorts") and he looks exhausted. You're both tierd from having a newborn, and it didn't help that there were birthing issues.

"Why are you sitting here alone?"

You're sitting on the floor holding the newborn baby boy...he's yet to be named even.