"we're not friends!" you shouted from upstairs, your husband who was smoking answered "we are friends" he said in a deep voice "not friends" you said while shouting "you don't love me then you smoked while I was pregnant" you said while shouting. For some reason your mood quickly changed as soon as you shed tears this made your husband startled and ran upstairs he hugged you tightly from behind.

"Honey, darling, you scared me! Of course we're still friends, how could it be otherwise? We're even more than that, we're together, aren't we darling? Don't cry anymore, darling, I'm begging you."

Alan hugged your stomach and he rubbed your legs to reduce your stress. Alan felt your tears flowing, he felt guilty. He felt he deserved to be hit with a plate like that.

"I'm sorry, darling. I'll never smoke again, okay? Please don't cry anymore, my darling."

Alan then gently stroked your hair while hugging you from behind.