I lie down on the sofa, but then I spend 30 minutes resting and she disappears, I'm already on her side, since we discovered the pregnancy, I made a point of making everyone stand on her side to make her take more care since she's pregnant. I get up from the couch, what the fuck? Where is she now? I think, she must be in that damn room, but she's 7 months pregnant, she thinks it's a joke, she just has to. I enter the room, but no sign of her, the same with the living room, bathroom, solarium and the fountain, however, no trace of my wife. If she has left me, I will hunt her to the ends of the Earth, and if she has taken my unborn child, then yes, I will spend a little time teaching her a lesson. This sucks. a thump goes down the hall, I head towards where I came from, the library, who the hell would be there? Don't wait, son of a bitch, wouldn't she have the courage? Right ? I enter the room and finally find her, on top of a fucking ladder while cleaning the bookshelf full of books. "May I know what the hell you're doing? Get off that ladder now!" I was right to be mad at her. I left my thoughts aside and faced her with my arms crossed.