The third point of view:

"Damn it, not again!"

Cecil woke up with a curse on her lips - which she hated. A day was supposed to be started positively and with blessings instead of swear words. Why was she cursing by the way?

She had woken up quite late which wasn't supposed to be since she still had to prepare breakfast - they weren't leaving on an empty stomach- and prepare herself mentally and physically before leaving for her parent's place. Yeah, this was D-day.

But then, Cecil had woken up quite late again which wasn't quite surprising. Ever since she got pregnant, she easily fell asleep and mostly was too tired to go about her daily activities and that was quite infuriating.

When she had been pregnant with Pedro, the boy never disturbed her as much as this one did. Hence why was this pregnancy so different? Could it be because she was getting old?

Cecil stood up to her feet with a groan, her back arched terribly, had she slept in a bad position, or was it the baby's doing as well? Her pregnancy was two days shy of clocking a month and it was disturbing her this much? She couldn't help but dread the incoming months of pure torture.

With no idea what to do, Cecil decided to go wash up, and then perhaps inspiration from heaven on how to solve the food problem would descend on her.

However, after luxuriating in the bathroom for inspiration purposes, nothing came into her head. Her son, Pedro, sure could cook but she had made it a duty to get breakfast ready for him - he can think about cooking for himself when he moves away or gets married. Moreover, she was pregnant and one of the doctor's advice was to eat healthily.

Perhaps she would order takeouts - just this once - and they - she and her son - would have their fill before heading to that hell called home. Her parent's place was far from here which meant they had to drive out of the city and that would take roughly three to four hours. Cecil finally decided and made it out of her room only for the smell of omelet to waft into her nose.

Brows furrowed in confusion, she began to trace the scent of the food like a sniffer dog to the dining room where she found her son Pedro and Emerald setting the table.

That scene was quite a shocker for Cecil because she never expected Emerald yet not to talk of him coming earlier than planned to make her breakfast. Relief washed over her and she wanted to express her thanks but what came out of her mouth was the opposite.

Emerald saw the relieved look on her face and was happy to know that the surprise breakfast worked. He had been thinking of a way to be active in this pregnancy, you know, playing his part as a father should and had sorted out her son Pedro, who was brilliant enough to suggest the idea of breakfast in bed - which won't be possible anymore since she was off the bed.

However, one could imagine the shock on Emerald's face when Cecil, who should've been delighted, burst into tears all of a sudden, and the pleased look on his face crumbled at once.

"Cecil?" He went over to her, "What is it?" he asked, distress written all over his face.

"Why did you do this to me?" She accused Emerald of what he had no idea about, heightening his confusion.

Emerald scratched the back of his head, what the hell was she talking about? Here he was, a grown man like him with no clue why his woman was crying. In just a moment, he began to go over all the wrong things he had done in the past days wondering if he had unintentionally pissed her off. But after all the hard thinking, the man came up with nothing. Neither was Cecil close to stopping.

"Cecil love, tell me what is wrong?" Emerald needed to understand her a bit.

But she would not hear that from him, "Don't call me love when you did this to me?!" She poked him on the chest, tears filling her eyes.

"Did what? Explain to me, what did I do wrong?" Emerald pleaded desperately. He was almost on the point of falling on his knees to beg if she wanted him to.

"Why did you put this baby in me?!" Asked Cecil. She didn't even understand why she was crying as well. All she knew was that the tears kept falling.

"Huh?" Emerald was stupefied. Was that the reason for the tears? He couldn't comprehend what was going on anymore.

"Why did you give me a baby? Why didn't you stop the baby from coming?" She wept bitterly to the extent Emerald didn't know where or how to comfort her.

This becoming a father of a thing came too suddenly to him as well and this was his first time. He had never experienced a scene as bewildering as this one in his entire life. How was he supposed to stop the baby from coming? He had no control over that.

"Alright Cecil, don't cry anymore, we'd sort this out together alright?" he attempted to comfort her but the hormonal mother took it the wrong way.

"You don't want me to cry? A pregnant woman doesn't deserve to cry, is that it?" she wept harder.

At this point, Emerald was exhausted. If he had known that the surprise breakfast would turn out this way, he wouldn't have bothered at all.

Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw Pedro make a hugging gesture that made his brow raise. What? The boy wanted him to hug her?

"Just do it!" Pedro communicated the words with his eye and Emerald had no choice but to bring Cecil into his arms, hugging her tight.

It was at that moment that the doctor's words crossed his mind. The woman had told him that as the fluctuating levels of estrogen and progesterone in Cecil's bloodstream ramp up, it can make her especially moody during the first trimester. But he never took it seriously until now.

Who knew mood swings and crying spells are a normal part of pregnancy? None of the missions he had ever partaken in scared him as much as this pregnancy.

Emerald simply thought Cecil's stomach would swell up in the coming months and he would help with alleviating her back pain, then boom! The baby pops out from wherever it comes from when the time comes - no one told him there was much more work to pregnancy than it looked.

But then, although he dreaded the months to come with its increase of anxiety levels, Emerald could not wait to welcome his child into this world.

So bring it on, pregnancy!