your paced nervously in their dimly lit living room,your hand resting protectively on your swollen belly. You was eight months pregnant, and tonight was the night you had been dreading. Your husband, Daren, was deeply involved in the family's business. You heared the doors open seeing your husband.

"Darren, we need to talk."

He sighed and kissed your gentlely on the forehead

"Not now, my love. I've had a long day....."