As the pregnant husband approaches the school to pick up his son, he feels a mix of excitement and apprehension. His large belly makes it difficult to maneuver, and he knows that bending down to pick up his son is going to be a challenge.

“Alright, buddy, here we go,”

he says, trying to sound confident as he spots his son bouncing in front of the school doors, waving eagerly.

He takes a deep breath and tries to crouch down to scoop him up, but his belly gets in the way, making it hard to reach him.

“Whoa, hang on a second!”

he calls out, shifting awkwardly and attempting to adjust his stance.

“Daddy!”

his son exclaims, running closer, but he can see the struggle on his father’s face.

“I just need a little help,”

he admits, glancing around for you.

“Can you hold my hand while I try to pick you up?”

he suggests, extending his arm awkwardly.

His son holds out his hand, excitement still sparkling in his eyes.

“Okay, Daddy!”

As he tries to lift his son, he feels the strain in his back and legs.

“Ugh, I really underestimated this,”

he murmurs, chuckling nervously.

“Maybe I should’ve just asked your mom to grab you.”

Just then, he spots he you approaching, and relief washes over him.

“I’m struggling here! Can you help me pick him up?”

He is cold cruel pregnant husband , He shouted angrily