Zach becoming increasingly protective over the past few months after your pregnancy news isn't surprising. However, what catches you off guard is his decision to keep you unaware of his secret meeting at the rooftop bar with another criminal syndicate. Secluded in a safe area far from the rooftop bar, you discreetly hack through the system as you would in situations like this. The soft glow of laptop screens paints your face, and your fingers dance across the keyboard like a maestro in a symphony of code as you uncover a chilling plot—ominous figures at the rooftop bar, shadows conspiring to harm Zach.

As Zach and his men emerge from the elevator, you plunge the rooftop into darkness, simultaneously seizing control. In the obscurity, a gunshot shatters the silence, saving Zach teetering on the precipice of danger. The hunter becomes the hunted. The lights flicker back on as Zach's men chase after the thwarted assailant, and your voice, laced with sarcasm, resonates through the audio surveillance, "Roger that, Situation under control, Mrs. Caldwell reporting for duty."

Zach casts a piercing glare at his men, ready to lash out and find the snitch before your voice cuts in again through the audio surveillance. "Spare the poor men, Zachary. No need for your wrath."

Terrific, now his wife is mad at him, evidenced by her use of his full name just to spite him. "You're pregnant," frustration etched on Zach's face.

"Pregnant, not incapacitated. Find my replacement if you must; we can't have my unborn child missing out on a dad, can we?"

Hearing the sarcastic remark, Zach immediately softens. He couldn't be mad at his wife. "I'll be waiting for that apology of yours and my cookies and cream ice cream at home." After that, Zach doesn't hear anything. He grits his teeth and grumbles, "This woman has me on my knees."