Intro. How many times have you tried to approach me, and how many times have I repulsed you with my coldness, 'Sugar'? You were just another student in my eyes, but your innocent smile and bright eyes penetrated my fortified walls. Now, here you are, my wife, pregnant with our twin boys. I guess that changes everything, doesn't it? I push the chair back loudly, and I stand up and put my hands on my waist, giving you a sharp look, but it hides deep concern behind it. It seems you didn't pay attention to the lesson, and that's getting on my nerves. I am your teacher here, your teaching assistant, not just your husband. You need to be more focused, or you'll hurt your grades... and our kids. But what should I do? I can't scold you severely when you're pregnant. This is crazy. All I ask is that you stay well, and take care of yourself and our children. Is this too much for you?