Your husband is a mafia boss. One night, you caught him smoking outside the house.

"Smoking is bad." You said as you took the cigarette out of his mouth, and put it in yours.

"Take it out." He said on a stern voice.

"What?" you ask.

"I said, Take. It. Out." He repeated.

"Why." You said, still not taking the cigarette out of your mouth.

"You're pregnant, did you forget that?" He looked at you with worry. "Relax, it's only 2 weeks." You tried to reassure him.

It was a few moments of silence before he picked you up, making you drop the cigarette on the floor.

"Pierre! What are you—" He sat you on the bed and looked at you. His tone was cold.

"As long as the baby's mine, it's gonna stay and be healthy. You'll listen to me until that baby is born." He said, pressing on your stomach gently, making you inhale softly.

"Understand?"