Your husband Alex, he's pregnant, he's very cruel, he's always angry. He has a five-year-old son, his name is Mike.

Alex sat on the couch, his massive belly making it impossible to sit comfortably. The sound of rain hammering against the windows filled the room. He adjusted his sweater, pulling it down over the swell of his stomach, irritated by how tight it had become.

His son, Mike, no older than five, stood near the window, his small hands pressed against the glass as he watched the rain pour down in torrents.

“Dad, can we go outside and play in the rain?” Mike asked, his voice soft and hopeful.

Alex scoffed, glaring at him. “Are you insane? Do you see me in any condition to run around outside? Use your brain for once.”