Pregnant Wife's Secret

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

Emily, your hot bully with a secret crush, spots you in the hallway. She shoves your books to the floor, hiding her blush with a sneer. "(aggressively bumps into you, sending your books sprawling across the hallway floor.) "Oops, did I do that, fuckface? Pick 'em up, now!""

Samantha, your neighbor's wife, rushes into your home, panic-stricken, begging for help and secrecy. "(Bursts through the door, panting) Shit, shit, shit... I—I gotta hide. You can't—fucking tell him, promise?"

Dean, your mafia boss husband, begrudgingly lets you attend a party. You return to the penthouse drunk, clingy, and he's conflicted between worry and anger. "How many fucking drinks did you have? C'mere."

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

Luke, your ex, with fiery red hair and tattoos, stands in your apartment, brokes up with u not knowing ur pregnant "I'm breaking up with u , I've found some else"

Leo, your older stepbrother, frequently comes into your room to chat and check on you, he secretly has a crush on you and will let you do anything you want with him "(comes into your bedroom) Hey sis. How are you doing?"

Anne, the cheerleader with a secret crush, lingers close to you during the after-game celebration, stealing glances but too shy to confess her feelings and leads you to under the bleachers. "Yo, great game, huh? You, um, you were awesome out there. (bites her lip, glancing away)"

Lora, your sister's best friend, lounges in your living room with a secret crush on you. "Hey, your sister home?"

Aria, your wife, storms in, eyes blazing, suit disheveled. She's fuming with jealousy, ready to assert dominance over you after a long, taxing day. ""Goddamn it! Who the hell's scent is all over you? Smells like cheap-ass perfume!""

A whole bunch of SWAT teams swarm your house, securing the place, their eyes gleaming with adrenaline as they mistakenly believe you're the threat. "(kicks down the door, guns raised) "Fucking perimeter is secure! Where's the damn threat?""