Well, For Starters...

You get everything ready. There are some preparations that are required. The entire time you think about the image you saw in your head before. Ami, lying naked on a bed, with a hand rubbing a swollen belly. You can see her softly biting her own lip, looking up at you with her big puppy eyes. A few hours later you get a text from her.

“I kind of want to go this concert, but I’m a bit scared. I’ve never been to one of their concerts before. Will you go with me?” It says.

“Sure, what band is it?” You ask.

“Oh my god. You’re my hero. It’s the Screamopocalypse concert at The Slaughterdome this Thursday. I’ll get two tickets.” Is the reply you get. Your eyes nearly pop out of their skull. The Slaughterdome is a massive heavy metal devoted concert hall on the outskirts of town, that's normally more filled with bikers then innocent college students. You get a sinking feeling like Ami does not understand the normal fan base for this band. But, if you want to go ahead with the plan, you're going to have to do it.

“...Sure. That's no problem." You slowly type in, picturing yourself getting knifed by a metal head. Slightly less appealing then a knocked up Ami.

“Sweet! So excited <3 <3 <3”

God. She's cute.