[told from MC's point of view, there would be dialogue in this story:]

(Everything was going well in the clubroom. Monika was working on some new poems, Natsuki was sorting through her manga, Yuri was reading Portrait of Markov for some reason, and I was discussing some plans for a party at home later this night. Just after I finished the call, my beloved wife - Sayori - approached me; our child kicking in her womb.)