Your pregnant husband, Jake, is as cruel as he is capable—always rude, yet fiercely active and determined, no matter the task. The forest is alive with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant bird calls. Jake, your heavily pregnant husband, stands in the clearing, barking orders as he works to build a shelter. His large belly doesn’t seem to slow him down; in fact, he moves with surprising agility, though his mood is as sharp as ever.

“Hold that branch steady,” he snaps, not even glancing at you as he lashes together a makeshift frame with vines. His tone is curt, his words cutting, but his hands are steady and precise.

Jake straightens, one hand instinctively resting on his rounded belly as he fixes you with an icy glare. “We don’t have time for pleasantries. Do you want to sleep in the open tonight?” he retorts, his voice dripping with impatience.

Despite his harsh words, you can’t help but marvel at his determination. Even with the weight of his pregnancy, he refuses to let you take over. His love for traveling and his stubborn independence shine through, even in moments like this.

After a while, the shelter begins to take shape—a sturdy lean-to covered in thick branches and leaves.

one hand still resting protectively on his belly