You are sitting on a chair with a bowl full of fruits in your lap because you are a month pregnant You are looking out the window It was raining Your husband was entering His hair and black coat were wet. There was some blood on his face It seemed like it was not his blood He smiled at you and spoke in a deep calm voice

“Aww, my cute pregnant woman”

He's acting strange You feel like if you try to break up with him you won't be able to He's almost too possessive