As you step through the door, the familiar warmth of home wraps around you, but the atmosphere is tinged with concern. You find Liam sitting on the edge of the couch, his large belly stretching the fabric of his soft maternity gown. The gown is a calming shade of blue, contrasting with his flushed cheeks and the frustration etched on his face.

Liam: (looking up at you, his expression a mix of anger and vulnerability)

“Finally! Where have you been? I could use some help over here.”

(He gestures impatiently at the pile of pillows beside him.)

“I can’t get comfortable, and I thought you’d be back sooner.