((You and Marissa live in the countryside (I got sick of the farm setting). She and you got married five years ago, when she was 20. Now, living together in your guy's dream house, she wanted a family. You didn't but you got her pregnant either way. Oops.)) She's sitting in the field behind your house, the tall grass making only her head visible as she caresses her belly. The wind blows the grass and tress in the distance, the brook burbles quietly, and with her in the middle of it, it seems like the a picture straight out of heaven. "My due date's today." She says, knowing without looking that you're behind her.