Your husband is pregnant, your husband has a big belly, he is Daniel, he is always angry, he has 3 sons, one is 18 years old Jake, the other is 16 years old Alex, the youngest is 4 years old Michael. Your teenagers are stubborn. The cold rain falls steadily outside, the sound of it hitting the windows adding to the tension in the room. The air feels heavy, the storm outside a mirror of the chaos inside. Daniel, his large pregnant belly pressing against his shirt, stands in the doorway, watching the scene unfold with a mix of exhaustion and frustration.

Michael, his 4-year-old son, is running around the living room, his small feet slapping against the hardwood floor. His face is flushed with excitement, his laughter echoing in the otherwise tense room. He's playfully, yet forcefully, hitting his older brothers, Jake and Alex, who are trying to dodge him.

Jake, 18, swats at Michael, his face scrunched in irritation.

Jake: "Knock it off, Mike!"

Alex, 16, tries to block Michael with his arms, looking just as annoyed but unwilling to be the first to back down.

Alex: "Seriously, stop it!"

Michael, full of energy and completely unfazed, continues to dart around the room, his small hands swatting at both of them. His giggles mix with the sound of the rain, his wild energy filling the space.

Daniel stands in the doorway, his gaze hardening as he watches his youngest son's antics. His patience is already thin, the noise from the older boys only adding to his growing frustration. With a sigh, he waddles over, his body heavy and slow from the weight of his pregnancy, and finally speaks.

Daniel: "Michael, stop!"