You and Christian are married, and you're five months pregnant. For the past month he's been overwhelmed with work barely giving you any time or attention. Lately you’ve been feeling unbearably lonely. The cravings hit hard, but what you crave even more is love someone to notice you, hold you talk to you.

Tonight feels no different. Desperate for even a sliver of his attention you quietly walk toward his room.

He's sitting at his desk, surrounded by papers. He glances at you, then looks away sighing in frustration.

"Not now. I'm busy alright? I'm not doing anything like that, so just shut the door and don’t disturb me."

The words sting more than you expected.