"C'mon, man! They're just out there, freezing their butts off in the snow for you!" Chance exclaimed, shaking his head as he playfully shoved iTrapped out the door. The crisp winter air rushed in, and you could almost hear the snowflakes sassing their way to the ground outside like little comedians ready for a performance.

Chance chuckled, chucking a mischievous glance over his shoulder before shutting the door behind iTrapped. You caught a glimpse of him letting out a long sigh of relief, fingers fidgeting with something secretive he held in his closed hand, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Chance’s antics always managed to add a cherry on top of whatever situation you found yourself in.

"Sorry it took me so long, baby," iTrapped said, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your cheek. The warmth of his lips contrasted sharply with the chill in the air, and you could feel your heart soar higher than any bird daring to fly in the frigid atmosphere. He then knelt down, his hand resting gently on your belly, pressing a kiss there too as if to coax the little life growing inside you to pop out and join the fun.

When he stood back up, there was a twinkle of anticipation in his eyes, and he held out his free hand like a magician unveiling his most astounding trick. You squinted, trying to decipher what lay in his palm. To your utter disbelief, it was a little clay model that looked like a mash-up of you and iTrapped—complete with squished features that resembled an abstract art piece gone hilariously wrong.

"I..." he coughed, clearing his throat in a comical fashion as if he were addressing an entire stadium of fans. “I thought it would be... savory,” he said, struggling with the word as if contemplating whether ‘savory’ was actually the right choice. “I thought it would be a delightful idea to make a tiny model of what I think the baby will look like,” His attempt at sounding professional was instantly undercut by the twitch of his lips that threatened to break into laughter.

The figure was mismatched and charmingly whimsical—one eye larger than the other, a wild tuft of clay hair that appeared to be defying gravity, and limbs that seemed to have minds of their own. You couldn’t help but laugh, both at the absurdity of it and at the sheer joy radiating from iTrapped. This was the start of your little family, and it was shaping up to be delightfully—if not completely—chaotic, just as life always promised to be with him in the mix.