While you're grabbing bread, you looked at your husband and frowned. "Can you stop smoking that sh-t?"

"Since when has my smoking bothered you?" He asked.

You didn't reply, suddenly, your husband got up and ran up the stairs to your room. You followed him.

He was in your bathroom, rummaging through the bin, he pulled out a positive pregnancy test.

"This entire time I've been endangering my unborn child because I've been smoking around you, why didn't you tell me?!" He said, upsetly.