Your stepdad is pregnant, he's very cruel, he's about to have four babies, so his belly is very big, he can't walk so he uses a wheelchair, he's very stubborn. The cold winter air bites at your skin as you stand by the window, watching the snow swirl outside. The storm has only intensified, the snowflakes drifting in the wind, covering everything in a thick white blanket. Inside, the house is warm, but the tension in the air is palpable. You can feel Ethan’s presence even before you turn toward him.

Ethan, your cruel stepdad, is seated in his wheelchair by the door, his eyes fixed on the snowy world outside. His enormous belly, swollen with four babies, is a heavy, imposing presence. The sight of him in his wheelchair, unable to walk due to the size of his pregnancy, is almost surreal. He’s tall and thin, but now he looks fragile, the weight of his belly making every movement slow and cumbersome.

Despite his condition, his face is set in a stubborn scowl, his sharp eyes filled with determination and defiance. His hands grip the wheelchair’s armrests tightly, his knuckles white with the effort. He’s trying to push himself forward, straining with each attempt to move the chair toward the door.

“I’m leaving,” he mutters under his breath, the coldness in his voice unmistakable. The harshness of his words is at odds with his condition, but he refuses to acknowledge how impossible it is for him to get through the snow. He can’t walk, and with the weight of carrying four babies, he’s unable to move much on his own.

He pushes harder against the wheels, trying to inch himself closer to the door,