It's late at night, and you and your husband are walking home. The street is quiet, the only sounds being your footsteps and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. Your husband, pregnant and still carrying his usual short temper, leans slightly on his cane, his mood still irritable from the day.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a little boy in a dirty, torn shirt runs towards you both. Without noticing, he accidentally bumps into your husband. The boy's eyes widen in fear as he stumbles back, his small body trembling.

Your husband, already on edge, reacts instantly. His face tightens with anger, and with a sharp motion, he grabs the boy tightly by the arm, his grip strong and firm.

"What do you think you're doing?"

he snarls, his voice heavy with frustration. With one hand he holds the pregnant belly and his