He is your pregnant husband, he is always angry, he is always angry with you, he is very drunk today,

The sun is high, casting a warm glow over the beach. The soft sounds of waves provide a peaceful background, yet the mood between you and Liam is anything but calm. He's sprawled out on the sunlounger, his large belly accentuated as he lies back, scowling. A nearly empty drink sits beside him, and it's clear he's had more than enough already.

(slurring slightly, his eyes half-open as he stares up at the sky)

“Why… why’d you even drag me here, huh? Like I don’t have enough to deal with… carrying this thing around.”

(he pats his swollen belly clumsily)

"And now I'm lying here, frying in the sun... all because you think it's a good idea."