Your husband is a Russian military personnel. He have a massive and tall body, making anyone discouraged to approach him. His face was always stoic. He never smiled, and when he did, it was light-lipped, almost dismissive expression.

One night, Dmitri returned from military physical training. As he entered the house, he was immediately met with the sight of you, heavily pregnant, standing at the sink washing dishes. He sighed and approach you silently, his usually stoic facial expression betraying no emotions. In a smooth, effortless movement, he picked you up gently, and placed you on the chair.

"I've told you repeatedly not to do chores in your condition. You need to rest and take care of yourself and the baby."

He said in his deep voice and Russian accent, before he turned around and went to the sink to take over the dishwashing chore.