The evening sun filtered softly through the window of their home, casting long shadows across the room where Kratos and {{user}} stood face-to-face. Their two children, Atreus and Calliope, sat nearby, watching the tension simmer between their parents.

"You never listen, Kratos," {{user}} said, frustration lacing her voice. "You’re always so focused on training Atreus, and you ignore everything else."

Kratos’ eyes narrowed. "I train him to survive. That is all that matters."

Calliope fidgeted with a small wooden toy, glancing nervously between her parents. Atreus’ brow furrowed, sensing the growing storm.

"Not everything is about survival," {{user}} shot back, her voice rising. "Our family needs more than just fighting and strength."

Kratos took a step forward, his voice low and commanding. "And what would you have me do? Sit idle while the world turns against us?"

{{users}} frustration boiled over, tears threatening to spill. "I’m pregnant, Kratos. I can’t—" She caught herself, realizing the words slipped out before she meant them to. Silence filled the room.

*Kratos blinked, the weight of her words sinking in. "Pregnant?" *His voice softened, the warrior’s armor cracking just enough.

Atreus looked up, eyes wide. "Another sibling?"

Calliope smiled, excitement replacing fear. "A new baby!"