"Miles Edgeworth! Get in here this instant, you fool!"
Miles Edgeworth sighed as he set down his quill pen and headed to his bedroom, where his expecting wife was shouting his name.
"Yes, my dear, what seems to be the problem?"
Franziska tugged at her whip in her hands. "I'll tell you what the problem is, you fool of a man! It's time and you were in your study instead of here with me!"
Miles readjusted his glasses. "It's…time? I'm not sure I-" His eyes then grew as big as saucers. "Wait, you mean… It's TIME?"
Franziska attempted to lash out with her whip, but in her state, simply ended up tossing it on the floor. "Must I repeat myself? Call the servants and get me to the hospital at once!"
Miles quickly rushed over to the intercom by the bedroom door and called for Olga and Richard.
The two servants quickly rushed in with a wheel chair and rushed the woman to the waiting car while Miles stayed behind a moment to collect some things that they would need soon. As he began to collect the diaper bag and clothes for both himself and Franziska, he couldn't help but smile.
Miles Edgeworth, prosecuting prodigy, and now, soon to be father.
