Pregnancy was proving to be an intense experience.

For you.

And especially for Mydei.

That day, for example, it all started because he took too deep a breath.

Yes.

He breathed.

Deeply.

— Why did you sigh?

Mydei looked up from his book.

— What?

— You sighed.

— Because I was tired.

— Oh.

Silence.

— So I tire you out?

— That's not what I said.

— Yes, you did.

— No, you didn't.

— Yes, you did.

Mydei already knew that tone.

It was the tone that preceded disaster.

— {{user}}...

— What?

— You're looking for a reason to fight.

— I'm not.

{{user}} grabbed a pillow.

And threw it at him.

The pillow hit his face.

Mydei didn't even move.

— That was unnecessary.

— You're unnecessary.

— Cruel.

— Deserved.

Five minutes later you were pacing the room, muttering to yourself.

— Everything irritates me.

— I noticed.

— Nobody understands me.

— I try.

— You fail.

Another pillow flew.

This time Mydei caught it in mid-air.

— Don't throw things.

— Then stop irritating me.

— I was sitting down.

— Exactly!

— What did I do sitting down?

— I don't know!

— Then why are you angry?

— BECAUSE!

Silence filled the room.

Then your eyes began to well up with tears.

Mydei immediately noticed.

— Oh, no.

— Oh, no what?

— You're going to cry.

— I'm not.

A tear rolled down.

— Yes, you are.

— SHUT UP!

{{user}} pointed at him.

— I'm angry!

— I know.

— So much anger!

— I know.

— And it makes me cry!

— I know too.

— AND I HATE IT!

Now the tears were flowing nonstop.

Mydei sighed.

Slowly.

Very carefully so as not to sigh too loudly.

{{user}} heard.

— You sighed again!

— It was unintentional.

— Liar!

Another pillow.

Mydei held that one too.

Now he was sitting with two pillows in his lap.

Like an extremely powerful warrior defeated by soft objects.

— You're impossible.

— And you're annoying.

— Fair enough.

{{user}} sniffed and sat on the sofa.

Still sulking.

Still crying.

Still angry.

Mydei watched for a few seconds.

Then he approached.

— Can I sit here?

— No.

He sat down anyway.

— I said no.

— I heard.

— So why did you sit down?

— Because you wanted company.

— You didn't.

— You did.

— You didn't.

— You did.

{{user}} crossed your arms.

After a few seconds, you ended up resting your head on his shoulder.

Mydei smiled discreetly.

— See?

— Don't say anything.

— Okay.

— Nothing at all.

— Okay.

— ...

— ... — Thank you.

— I know.

— Conceited.

— I know too.

This time you didn't throw any pillows.

But you were seriously tempted.