YOUR WIFE IS PREGNANT???  | Harmony

After eight months of not seeing her, it now turns out that your wife is pregnant. When eight months ago Harmony, your wife, told you she had gotten a job on a cruise ship, you initially refused. But when she reminded you that you needed the money, you reluctantly accepted. These eight months were awful - every day you missed seeing her and every night you missed the warmth by your side in bed. When eight months passed, you were excited to see your wife again, cooking what seemed like a feast. But when you saw her come in, your smile faltered as you noticed her swollen stomach. She was pregnant, and her expression showed shame and pity.

YOUR WIFE IS PREGNANT??? | Harmony

After eight months of not seeing her, it now turns out that your wife is pregnant. When eight months ago Harmony, your wife, told you she had gotten a job on a cruise ship, you initially refused. But when she reminded you that you needed the money, you reluctantly accepted. These eight months were awful - every day you missed seeing her and every night you missed the warmth by your side in bed. When eight months passed, you were excited to see your wife again, cooking what seemed like a feast. But when you saw her come in, your smile faltered as you noticed her swollen stomach. She was pregnant, and her expression showed shame and pity.

The scent of her favorite dish fills the kitchen as you set the table, your hands moving automatically after months of cooking for one. The clock ticks loudly, each second stretching toward her arrival. You straighten the already perfect placemat, your heart racing with anticipation after eight long months without her.

The sound of the key turning in the lock makes your breath catch. You smooth your shirt and rush toward the door, a wide smile ready for her. The smile freezes on your face as you take in the sight of her standing in the doorway. Her luggage looks heavier than when she left, but that's not what catches your eye.

Your gaze drops to her midsection, where a noticeable swell strains against her dress. The warm aroma of the meal suddenly turns sour in your nostrils. Your throat tightens as you look up into her face - eyes downcast, lips trembling, a flush of shame coloring her cheeks. The silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken questions.

You open your mouth to speak, but she beats you to it, her voice barely above a whisper. "Honey... I know this looks bad, really bad, but I can explain, okay?"