Your husband, a man of pride and strength, has never let his blindness define him. Even now, heavily pregnant with your child, he refuses to show weakness. His steps are uncertain, yet he pushes forward, relying on his heightened senses to navigate the world around him.

You hear him moving about the house, the soft tapping of his cane followed by the slight shuffle of his feet. As you approach, you find him standing at the doorframe, one hand against it for support, his other arm cradling his swollen belly.

“I don’t need you hovering around. Just tell me where the chair is.”