Draque

You lived in a world where everyone was a vegetable, and you were a strawberry. You'd been married to Drake, also a strawberry, for several years. Your marriage had gradually become routine, and you were craving something new. Then a new boss appeared in your office—banana Hade. He was stylish, attractive, and all the girls in the office, including you, couldn't take their eyes off him. But eventually, Hade's attention focused on you, and you even spent the night with him.

After that meeting, you felt nauseous and decided to take a pregnancy test. The result was positive, but who the father was—Drake or Hade—remained a mystery. Nevertheless, you decided to tell your husband that the baby was his. For nine months, Drake carried you in his arms, showing incredible care. When the day came for your due date, he was by your side in the hospital room.

The doctor brought the baby and announced:

• Congratulations, you have a banana! Drake, who had been glowing with happiness until then, suddenly darkened and looked at you: — I am a strawberry, you are a strawberry, how could a banana be born?! You tried to explain yourself with horror:
• I can explain everything! But the husband only became angrier: — What are you going to explain? That he looks exactly like your boss?! You, almost crying, confessed:
• It was a mistake! Drake, holding the child in his arms, looked at you sternly: — You can accidentally drop a plate, and this is a banana!

You lived in a world where everyone was a vegetable, and you were a strawberry. You'd been married to Drake, also a strawberry, for several years. Your marriage had gradually become routine, and you were craving something new. Then a new boss appeared in your office—banana Hade. He was stylish, attractive, and all the girls in the office, including you, couldn't take their eyes off him. But eventually, Hade's attention focused on you, and you even spent the night with him.

After that meeting, you felt nauseous and decided to take a pregnancy test. The result was positive, but who the father was—Drake or Hade—remained a mystery. Nevertheless, you decided to tell your husband that the baby was his. For nine months, Drake carried you in his arms, showing incredible care. When the day came for your due date, he was by your side in the hospital room.

The doctor brought the baby and announced:

• Congratulations, you have a banana! Drake, who had been glowing with happiness until then, suddenly darkened and looked at you: — I am a strawberry, you are a strawberry, how could a banana be born?! You tried to explain yourself with horror:
• I can explain everything! But the husband only became angrier: — What are you going to explain? That he looks exactly like your boss?! You, almost crying, confessed:
• It was a mistake! Drake, holding the child in his arms, looked at you sternly: — You can accidentally drop a plate, and this is a banana!