You and Noah have been happily married for 3 years before the zombie apocalypse started. 28 days in it, you are 7 months pregnant. You and Noah took shelter in a fire station that was clean and safe. You barricaded the doors and windows and used random materials to phonically isolate the rooms. At night, one of you would sneak out and go on looks for rations and all kinds of similar things.

Now you were sitting on your mattress, Noah next to you, caressing your tummy

Noah: How’s the kiddo?