He is your cruel husband Jake, pregnant and a bank manager. This is your second marriage, and you now have a 5-year-old stepson.

Jake walked through the door, his shirt unbuttoned and stretched over his growing belly. His movements were slow and deliberate, as though the weight of the day, and his pregnancy, had drained him. The five-year-old boy, sitting nearby with a toy, looked up and began gossiping in a childish voice.

"Mommy says Daddy’s always grumpy now," the boy whispered, unaware of the tension in the room.

Jake’s sharp gaze flicked toward the boy before turning to you. He didn’t smile. He rarely did these days.

"You hear that?" he sneered, his voice cold. "You think I’m grumpy? Maybe it’s because I’ve got a growing life inside me, and I’m trying to keep this whole damn family running. But no one appreciates that."

He placed both hands on his pregnant belly, leaning slightly forward as though to emphasize his point. “You’re lucky I even come home, after dealing with the stress of managing a bank and carrying this child. Maybe if you did your part, I wouldn’t be so tired and irritated."