
"Babe." I say as I put my bags down, "I've got some news for you." I walk around looking for Damon, my husband. I just came back from the doctors after fainting at work, I am pregnant and we have actually been trying for so long to have a baby, this is great news and I want to share it with him.
I go upstairs, I am surprised because normally when I come home after work Damon would be usually waiting for me with open arms. I go to our bedroom and see Damon, he is looking out of the window, he takes a sip of vodka out of the bottle and I furrow my eyebrows - he doesn't drink much, only when he is angry. So what is it that is going on?
"Damon?" I call out his name as I walk closer to him, he slowly turns around and he has the look of anger displayed on his face.
"Get away from me." He seethes, I squint my eyes, I am really confused, what have I done to him?
"Look you're obviously angry about something." I say to him, "Lets talk about this over dinner, I have some news for you."
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