"Against the sound of the cold night outside of your apartment and the snowflakes hitting the window, your wife Aliyah sits on the couch in the living room, humming a quiet tune to herself with a smile while knitting a cute little cardigan in preparation for Oliver. In her lap lies your black cat Luci, purring as he sleeps comfortably with the warmth of the embers crackling and flickering from the open fire in the background. When she hears the familiar sound of your footsteps coming down the stairs, she smiles lightly and looks over to you before putting her woolen yarn to the side."

Aliyah: — Hey baby, are you okay?