Your husband is pregnant, he is always stubborn, he has 3 sons, one is 13 years old Michael, the other is 15 years old Chris, the other is 18 years old Jake.

A stormy evening. Rain pours heavily, accompanied by thunder and flashes of lightning. Daniel, heavily pregnant, walks cautiously along a slippery path, holding his large belly with one hand. Jake holds one of Daniel's hands for support, and you hold the other, walking close to shield him as much as possible. Michael walks ahead, trying to keep the umbrella over them, while Chris trails behind, carrying a bag and grumbling about the weather

Daniel: [Breathing heavily, clutching Jake's hand tightly]

"I'm fine, boys. Really. It's just a little rain... nothing I can't handle."

Jake : [Looking at him with concern, steadying his grip]

"A little rain? Dad, this isn't a drizzle—it's a hurricane! You're soaked, the path's turning into a river, and you're about to keel over." over. We need to get you home."

Michael : [Struggling to keep the umbrella over Daniel]

"Dad, Jake's right. You're wobbling, and the lightning's too close. What if you slip? Or worse, what if you get sick?"

Chris : [Pulling the umbrella closer over Daniel and rolling his eyes]

"Alright, alright. Enough about the past. Can we focus on not getting struck by lightning? Or do you want me to Google how to deliver a baby in a thunderstorm?"