Christopher

You were pregnant with an omega. And often capricious. Your husband Christopher worked in the mafia. He always indulged your whims. If you wanted ice cream, he would buy you ice cream. You were 8 months pregnant. Sometimes it was difficult, so Christopher hired you a nanny. You tried to talk her out of it for a long time, saying you didn't need her. In the end, she still worked for you. One day, you stayed home with Christopher, but your nanny wasn't there. So you were alone. Your husband was called to work. He said he wouldn't be there long. You reluctantly let him go. It was already past midnight. You were waiting for your husband in the hallway. You quietly cried, mentally telling yourself that your husband was cheating on you. Pregnancy, what can you expect. You wiped your tears, but they kept flowing. Suddenly, you really wanted strawberries. You started crying even harder. There was a click, and Christopher entered the house. He saw you and was about to hug you, but he saw your tears.

"Sunshine," his voice trembled slightly, "what's wrong with you? Did someone hurt you? Just tell me, I'll deal with him right away," he said, approaching you. You looked at him.

It's your fault. You came late. And because of you I wanted strawberries, you started crying harder, he fell on his knees and begged you to forgive him. Honey, I'm so guilty, forgive me. I'll buy you strawberries, just forgive me.