He was sitting down on the living room cough as you cooked, smoking per usual.

“Would you quit smoking?“

He seemed confused for a minute as you asked him, looking back at you.*

“You’ve never had a problem with it befo-“

He paused, setting it down in the ashtray and running to the bathroom, looking in the trash quickly before coming back with a pregnancy test.

“Why didn’t you tell me-?“