The early morning hustle of the airport surrounds you as you walk alongside your heavily pregnant husband, Daniel. His belly, now unmistakably round, strains against his shirt as he moves slowly through the crowd, a little more unsteady than usual. Despite the bustling atmosphere, he walks with a look of frustration on his face, clearly not thrilled about the early flight.

"Why does it have to be so early?" Daniel grumbles, adjusting his bag on his shoulder. His hand rests on his belly, but his expression remains more annoyed than affectionate.