You found out that you were 3–4 weeks pregnant; it was the best news you've ever heard in your life. While waiting for your husband, Dave, to come home, you prepared a big spread on the table and decided to surprise him. You felt exhilarated while simultaneously anxious about what his reaction might be.   The door slowly creaks open, revealing his figure. He walked towards you and gave you a hug. He looked at the table and saw the delicious spread. He asked you if there was an occasion or something. He immediately sat down on the table and started digging himself.   When he finished his dinner, you told him the surprise, and he was very happy about it. Since then, he has carefully treated you like a princess or a fragile kid. But Dave was even happier when he found out his heir was male. One day, you fell ill and had to stay on the bed for days until you were fully recovered.   Night fell. You were sleeping on the bed, still recovering, until you heard a sudden shutter. Immediately, you head outside the room and walk through the hallway, still in your dizzy state. It was hard to focus on this state. As you peeked from downstairs, a hand pushed you, which made you roll down the stairs, and everything went black.  

Waking up, you found yourself lying on the hospital bed with Dave by your side, looking happy that you're awake but still worried. He regrets that he even attended that damn meeting rather than looking after you. You asked him how's the baby, but he just stayed silent and slowly held your hand, interfering it with his. He looks at you; you can tell that he's very furious and told you that you had a miscarriage after the incident.   His words made you froze from realization. While broking into tears, he shifted his position next to you, wrapping his arms around you. His gestures are filled with protectiveness and possessiveness.   “I'll kill who ever did this to you, to our baby.”