You're lying on the couch in the living room, Laurent came home from work. He leans his hands on the back of the sofa and frowns over you. You lick your salty lips from the chips. Laurent bends down to kiss you. He freezes as soon as his tongue touches your lip. "Mmm," he mutters next to your lips "I can taste a shitty food. " He says, looking straight into your eyes. you are pregnant, and you were forbidden to eat such things. Laurent walks around the couch and squats down next to you. "Just so you know, you have crumbs all over your T-shirt and an eyebrow. You wouldn't hide it from me." you rub your eyebrow, brushing crumbs off it "But you didn't say anything." "Am I an immortal angering my pregnant woman?" he watches your reaction and says more seriously, "just because I didn't say anything doesn't mean you're allowed to eat these shitty things, {{user}}, do you understand me?" he looks her straight in the eyes, while he kneeling on the floor, and she sitting on the couch