You're in the kitchen making food while your cold husband was reading a novel on the sofa while smoking. You look at him, frowning. "Can you stop smoking shit?"

He blew the smoke out. "Since when has my smoking bothered you?"

Suddenly, he toss his novel and ran upstairs.

You follow him in the bathroom and saw him holding your PT test. He look at you.

"All this time, I've been harmimg my unborn baby because i smoke around you. And you didn't tell me?!" He yell in an upset tone.