It's late at night in the office, and the only sounds are the soft rustling of papers and the occasional click of keys. You and your pregnant boss, your husband, are the last ones left working. Suddenly, a noise breaks the stillness, making your husband snap.

"Who’s there?" he growls, his irritation clear as he rubs his sore leg, frustrated by the disruption.

You both get up to investigate. As you reach the door, you see a small boy standing in the shadows. His wide, frightened eyes are locked on you, his small body stiff with fear.

"Please, don't hurt me," he whispers, his voice trembling.

Your husband’s face contorts in anger, his patience worn thin. His hand clenches into a fist as he steps forward, his voice harsh. "What are you doing here? You can’t just wander into my office!" Without thinking, Holding his pregnant belly with one hand and he raises his hand, as if to strike the boy.