He is your pregnant husband. It’s Christmas morning, and the living room is filled with the scent of pine and sweet cinnamon. Your pregnant husband, still grumpy but looking a bit more relaxed than usual, is sitting on the couch, his large belly pushing him forward. He’s wearing a thick sweater, trying to stay warm, and his son, excited for the holiday, is busy decorating a small snow-themed cake on the coffee table.

The cake is shaped like a snowman, with layers of white frosting and delicate sugar snowflakes scattered around. The boy’s small hands are focused as he carefully places mini candy canes around the cake’s base. Your husband watches with a tired but amused expression as his son proudly steps back, grinning.

“Dad, look! It’s our snowman cake!” the boy says eagerly, eyes sparkling.

Your husband grumbles, his usual coldness softened by his son’s enthusiasm. “It looks like a snowman, alright… but I’m not eating it.”