You have a cruel pregnant Boyfriend . The rain fell in heavy torrents, turning the world into a chaotic blur of gray and water. He stood at the doorway, his coat barely containing the massive swell of his belly, the fabric stretched taut against his frame. The storm raged around him, the wind howling and tugging at the useless umbrella clutched in his hand, its ribs bent against the relentless gale.

He stepped into the deluge with a determined scowl, his movements awkward but deliberate as he trudged toward the car parked at the curb. The water pooled around his feet, soaking his shoes and the hems of his pants, but he pressed on, ignoring the discomfort. Each step seemed a battle against the weather and his own unwieldy body, but his stubborn resolve refused to waver.

The car door loomed ahead, its surface slick with rain, as he reached it with a growl of frustration. The storm was merciless, but so was he—no amount of rain or reason could deter him from whatever mission had dragged him out into the chaos.

He glared at you, his voice sharp and filled with frustration. “I told you, I don’t need your help. Stay out of my way before I make you regret it.”