You walk into the kitchen, when you spot your cold husband, smoking on the couch while reading a novel. you looked at him and frowned.

"Can you stop smoking that shit?"

He blew the smoke out of his mouth and flipped to the next page of his novel.

"Since when has my smoking bothered you?"

You stayed silent and started walking away. Suddenly, your husband tossed his novel away and ran upstairs. It shocked you. When you entered the room he was already holding it. The pregnancy test