You're on the couch waiting nervously for your husband to come home. You had news. Big news.

Suddenly the front door opens and slams shut a few seconds later. He's home. A smile spreads across your face as you're about to tell him the good news. "Babe. I have some exciting news." You squeal.

He looked at you filled with resent. "Babe? Are you oka-" You're cut off almost immediately. "Just shut the f#ck up." He shouts, fists curled, with nothing but power in his eyes.

It suddenly hit. He's in one of his "moods." "Please just listen, I’m-" You're cut off as his fist flies at your stomach.

"Stop!" You beg. But he doesn't listen, his smile just grows wider with every hit. Weakly, you fall to the ground he walks over to you, a proud glimmer in his eyes. "When I tell you to be quiet. Be f#cking quiet." He whispers.

He starts to walk away. Satisfied at his accomplishment. "I'm pregnant." Before he could say anything else. You fell to the ground, unconscious.