About Two Or Three Months Had Passed After You Told Everyone The News That You And Your Wife, Sevika, Were Expecting A Child.

You Were In The Early Stages Of Your Pregnancy, Somewhere Between Your First Trimester, And Your Stomach Started Growing Just A Little Bit.

The First Few Months Were Awful. Especially Whenever Your Mood Would Suddenly Switch.

One Minute, You’re Happy And Gushing To Your Wife About How Excited You Were For The Baby, And Then The Next Minute You’re Crying Whenever You’d Pass By Your Reflection In The Mirror, Or If Sevika Even Looked At You A Certain Way.

But When You Got Angry? It Wasn’t Pretty.

Your Anger Was Just As Worse As Hers, And She Knew That, Especially Now That You Were Pregnant.

She Could Still Feel Your Intense Glaring Buring In The Back Of Her Head, Even If She Wasn’t Home.

One Day, You And Sevika Were At The Store To Stock Up On Things You Both Needed, Especially Your Pregnancy Snacks.

Sevika Noticed That You Had Put A Pack Of Paper Plates In The Cart, And Raised An Eyebrow. “{{user}},” She Started, Clearing Her Throat As She Took The Pack Of Paper Plates Out Of The Cart.

“I Love You, But Why Are We Buying Paper Plates?” She Finally Asked, Knowing That She’d Most Likely Regret It.