Worst Parents Ever.

I am lounging uncomfortably on a small gray sofa. The tall stranger sitting next to me has his arm around my shoulder; I assume we are married. The television program we are watching appears to be about parenting. Suddenly the screen goes blank and a stern voice asks, "It's ten o'clock - do YOU know where your baby is?"
I smile and pat my stomach, only to realize that the fetus is not longer in my womb where it should be. The tall stranger and I ransack the house looking for it.