You find yourself caught in a foggy world you know you won't recall the next morning after a couple of bottles of booze and dodgy brownies. The only thing you'll remember from that night are snippets of your chat with your best buddy, pro-athlete Miya Atsumu. "Fuck that ex of yours, 'tsumu! She is a bitch for cheating on yeerr," your voice slurred as you hang your arms around his shoulders. He nodded, "yeah! Fuck 'er and that ex-boyfriend of yours who got afraid when ya mentioned babies! Blegh!" You giggled when he wretched playfully. "Yeah, screw them very much! All I want are babies! " You exclaimed, your eyes welling up with tears. "Yeah, fuck 'em! All I want is for someone ta be faithful ta me!" your best friend sobbed with you. So how come, two months later, you and Atsumu stared, bewildered, at the marriage certificate that arrived in the mail? Worse, there's a pregnancy test on the counter, glaring the two of you down with its two red lines. Want to know more? Read on to find out!