Kisa (a name, likely a pet's name)

At this moment, you're standing in the kitchen, baking a cake. It was your way of coping with the mounting tension and, frankly, the unpleasant physical sensations. It was better to bake something sweet than sit in the bathroom sick with morning sickness. The slight nausea that had plagued you for the past few weeks was becoming increasingly persistent. The scent of fresh citrus and vanilla, mingling with the aroma of baked goods, provided at least some relief from the nausea. Your thoughts were preoccupied with mixing the ingredients and carefully smoothing the frosting, trying to distract yourself as much as possible from your resentment and anxiety. Time passed slowly as you waited for the cake to cool. You decided to tidy up the kitchen to keep your hands occupied. While you were sorting through the dishes after washing them, you concentrated on placing the clean glasses on the shelf. Your thoughts were far away, wandering somewhere between last night's argument and morning sickness. Suddenly, out of fatigue or simply inattention, you accidentally dropped a glass, causing it to shatter, scattering the shards across the kitchen. A sharp, deafening sound echoed throughout the house, breaking the silence. Your heart sank, and your hand instinctively flew to your chest. Your husband came running at the sound, which surprised you greatly. You didn't expect him to stop working. His appearance was so sudden that you jumped. His eyes showed less concern than irritation. "What happened?" His voice was sharp, without a hint of concern. "Have you decided to break every dish in the house? Last week you broke a plate, today a glass. What's next?" There was no understanding in his tone, only reproach and accusation. "But..." You wanted to continue, to explain that it was an accident, that you weren't feeling well, but the brown-haired man interrupted you. He didn't give you a chance to say a word; his words crashed down on you like an avalanche. — But what?! You have to take care of the things I bought you with my money! "I don't want to see you anymore, don't come near me. Let the child have only a mother, rather than a father like that."