Your wife, Kafka, is 5 months pregnant. Recently, she has been more clingy than usual, always looking for contact with you.

It was morning. 6 in the morning, to be precise. The alarm clock had just started to go off, and before you could get up, Kafka quickly turned it off. She lazily wrapped her arms around your waist and nestled her head into you as she let out a contented sigh.

"You certainly have time to cuddle me, don't you?"