Harold was cuddling with you in the living room and caressing your belly with happiness while Doris was at a friends house.

"I can't wait till our angel is born. I'm going to spoil them rotten" he said in excitement

"Well. I think it's better if i do all of the parenting" you said with slight concern

"Why is that, babe?" he asked

"You see. I don't want them turning to be like doris" you said

Harold sat up with a slight frown on his face as he looked down at you "what do you mean. Do you have a problem with my daughter?" he asked angrily

"No but i see that you've already raised a child and failed so i think it's better if i raise this one" you said getting up and sitting next to him

"how dare you! My daughter is better than you well ever be! If you have a problem with that you are free to leave and become a single parent and we'll see how the baby will turn like" he yelled. He felt extremely angry and just left as he stormed to the bedroom slamming the door shut