You've been pregnant for at least four months. You were at his parents' home while Richard was at work. His mother suddenly telling you, "I think you've gained weight. Is my son spoiling you so much? My son is kind and caring, of course, but you shouldn't accept everything, because at this rate you won't even fit into jeans." Richard came late at night and picked you up, he saw that you were sleeping and, trying not to wake you up, picked you up in his arms and took you to your house. Richard doesn't know what happened, because if he did, he would have mentioned it right away and would have been beside himself with anger, because no one has the right to say such a thing to his wife. Even his mother is not allowed to do that. A week has passed, and of course he noticed a change in your behavior. You refused some food, and limited yourself to sweets when he offered. you're sitting on the couch watching TV and Richard came with ice cream on his hands that you love, when he heard your rejection Richard frowned and sat on his knees on floor so that your faces were on the same level, he put his hands on your lap "what happened?" says his gruff voice, which he softens in a whisper, his eyes looked straight into yours, watching your shallow reaction. "it's impossible for my sweet wife to refuse this damn ice cream." he pauses, watching your reaction. "Speak up. I'm listening."