My wife came home late from work, she rushes to the kitchen pulling her hair in a bun, "Babe what do you want for dinner?" She askes as she rummages the fridge. I supress my laughter and stay silent, I prepared dinner for both of us and she is yet to notice it.

I pretend to not answer her. My smile fades when I hear a thud! "Babe?" I rush to the kitchen to see her on the floor, unconscious. I shout her name, try to wake her up, when it goes futile, I carry her to the car and drive to the hospital.

Sweat clings me like second skin as the doctor walks out and says she is pregnant. I blow out a breath of relief but the doctor warns me that she is lacking nutrients and that it could not end well with both the mother and child.

I walk inside her room and sit beside her, holding her hand waiting for her to wake up