In the kitchen, you're preparing dinner while Arcel, your husband, is on the couch reading a book.

"Can you stop smoking?" you asked me.

I give you a confused look, my gaze fixed on you. "Since when has my smoking bothered you?"

You don't respond immediately, focusing on mixing the food while he continues watching you.

"Are you pregnant?" I suddenly ask, the question catches you off guard, and for a moment, you're left without words to answer my unexpected query.