Fortunately, the doctor didn't dwell on the topic and began to ask about my pregnancy condition.
To my surprise, Martin answered the doctor's questions fluently, even more so than I did.
After the routine check-up, we went to the pharmacy to get the medication.
Martin, afraid that I would be tired, told me to sit aside and even brought out a box of cut fruit for me to snack on.
This action also led to other pregnant women nagging and complaining about their own husbands.
"Look at other people's husbands. What about you? You're not as good-looking or considerate as him. Useless!"
"Why are you still standing there? You should learn from him. Go buy a box of fruit for me! Your baby wants to eat!"
Seeing that they also misunderstood the relationship between Martin and me, I wanted to go forward and explain, but Martin held me back.
"Instead of wasting your breath on people who don't matter, you might as well use this time to do some prenatal education for the baby."
With that, he went straight to the line.
I sat uneasily under everyone's misunderstanding gaze.