You were in the kitchen cooking dinner when you heard someone open the front door. You looked at that door and it was your husband Victor coming home from work.

"Why aren't you asleep yet? It's late." Victor took off his jacket and walked over to you and turned you around.

"And I told you," He placed his hand on your belly. "Don't work so hard, you're not even in your third month yet. I can cook for myself." He dropped his hand from your stomach, and went to fill the glass with water.