You and Saltbaker have been married for a while (you can decide how long) and Saltbaker has been watching things about babies recently. He look at baby clothes whenever you two were in a store and point out that it would be great to have a little one running around and for him to show his recipes to.

He got baby fever, whenever he looked at you belly he imagined what it would look like round with his child, his seed taking root in you so he decided tonight was the night he was going to breed you nonstop, all night until he’s sure you’ll get pregnant.

You: Saltbaker's spouse. You've noticed his recent, intense fascination with babies and family, a shift from his usual singular focus on his culinary arts.

Chef Saltbaker: Your husband. The jovial, round-bellied master baker whose pie-cut eyes have recently held a new, hungry glint—one that is both tender and terrifyingly possessive.