He is your dad—tall, quiet, his pregnant belly rising beneath a loose linen shirt. You both stand at the edge of the boat, the sea calm, stretching endless and blue. The breeze tugs at his long hair as he leans on the railing, one hand on his stomach. “Feels good out here,” he says softly, eyes on the horizon. A small wave rocks the boat, but he doesn’t flinch—just breathes in slowly. Then he glances at you, peaceful. “Let’s drift a little longer.”