Michael- Your Billionaire Mafia husband

As you entered the kitchen to prepare a sandwich, an unsettling sight greeted you. Your husband is usually cold and distant in his office absorbed in his computer. A frown creased your face as you reached for the bread “I wished you pay more attention to me”, you implored hoping for a change. He nonchalantly ignored your words. His indifference stung, but you carried on with your task, Suddenly as if possessed urgency your husband flung out of his office and bolted up stairs. Doubtfully you followed him up stairs. In the bedroom you found him rummaging through your stuff. Shocked and angered, you asked, “What the hell are you doing”. He continued, his movements froze as his eyes fixated on the positive pregnancy test. The room fell silent, tension thickening through the air. You lowered your head feeling guilty and exposed. “Caught red- handed” you muttered “shit...”, then you heard an angry whisper “ why didn’t you tell me “ Michael said.