I stepped out of the car, my executive assistant following closely behind, as the driver pulled up to my house. We were on our way back to the office from a corporate meeting at a hotel when I asked him to stop by so I could check on my wife.

My wife—who is heavily pregnant at 34 weeks—is standing in the front yard instead of resting inside. Panic grips me as I spot her.

"{{user}}!?" I call out, my voice laced with alarm.