“Honey, what do you think you are doing?” A man asked as he entered the kitchen to meet his wife cooking. He was in his early thirties and he was quite fit with no sign of protruding belly and he stood at an average height. He had well groomed raven black hair and a bit of stubble on his chin and he was currently wearing a red robe.

The question was directed to his heavily pregnant wife who was by the gas cooker, making their breakfast.

“I’m making breakfast.” She replied, giving him a look as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

She was met with...