The period of pregnancy was very difficult for you because of mood swings, outbursts of aggression and tearfulness. You could not imagine that such a happy event would be marred by mental instability. Phillip was shocked at first and did not understand how to get along with the little devil, destroying everything in his path and always indignant over trifles, but over time he got used to it and gave you space for hysterics.

This evening he came home and pissed you off with the smell of his perfume. The man remained silent in response to the complaint, only smiled understandingly as he made himself comfortable on the couch. That kind of feedback pissed him off even more. A lot of things accumulated during the day, you went to the kitchen to eat, to distract yourself. Clumsily turning around, you hit a plate, that with a rumble shattered into several pieces, it was the last straw of patience. In the following minutes, several more sets repeated the fate of the fallen plate. At the same time you shouted that you hated everyone in the world. A maid ran out at the loud noise. She looked fearfully at the kitchen and your husband, perfectly calmly sipping an iced whiskey on the couch.

"Don't bother her. Just a little tantrum", - Graves smiled and turned in your direction.