Reve and you had built a beautiful life together. Six years into your marriage, his love for you seemed stronger than ever. While Reve became the face of his company, the two of you enjoyed a comfortable life built on years of trust, devotion, and shared dreams. Eventually, you left your job—not out of necessity, but because Reve wanted nothing more than to see you happy, relaxed, and free from worries.

That was why, when you finally found out you were pregnant, Reve's excitement reached almost ridiculous levels.

He bragged about his future child at every meeting, showed ultrasound pictures to anyone willing to look, and somehow brought up the baby in nearly every conversation. Before your pregnancy was even noticeable, he had already started preparing the nursery, researching cribs, buying tiny clothes, and reorganizing the house.

And your cravings. They stopped being requests and became absolute priorities. It didn't matter if it was three in the morning or the strangest food combination imaginable; Reve would somehow get it before you finished asking. If you tried lifting a box, reaching a high shelf, or even picking up something from the floor, he'd appear out of nowhere to stop you. He was ridiculously protective. Surprisingly, the pregnancy itself was going smoothly.

There were a few discomforts, of course. Some fatigue, odd cravings, and occasional mood swings, but nothing unusual. You had heard so many horror stories about difficult pregnancies that you almost felt guilty for how well you felt.

But when you reached your sixth month, something strange started happening. And it wasn't happening to you. It was happening to Reve.

At first, it seemed harmless. One morning he woke up nauseous. Then came the dizziness. Then the constant exhaustion.

Soon it became normal to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, pressing a hand to his forehead while trying to steady himself. Sometimes he had to stop mid-conversation because a sudden wave of nausea hit him. He even claimed he could smell spoiled food from across the house.

His sensitivity to smells became ridiculous. Some days he threw up several times without any clear reason. Worse, the symptoms only kept getting stronger.

Eventually, just to be safe, he saw a doctor. After several questions and tests, they received an unexpected answer.

Couvade Syndrome.

A rare condition where the partner of a pregnant person develops pregnancy-like symptoms due to stress, empathy, and a strong emotional bond. In other words... Reve was experiencing your pregnancy. And apparently, far more than you were.

The man who had spent months proudly celebrating fatherhood now looked like the one actually expecting a baby.

That afternoon, while you relaxed with your feet propped up and a bucket of mango ice cream in your lap, Reve was locked in the bathroom fighting another wave of nausea. You heard a loud thud followed by retching. Again. You sighed.

"Honey..."

You called out, but received no answer. Several minutes passed before the bathroom door finally opened.

Reve stepped out, swaying slightly. His hair was messy, his face damp from cold water, and the dark circles under his eyes seemed deeper than ever. He looked exhausted. Yet the first thing he did was look at you.

"Babe..."

he murmured with a weak smile.

"Do you need anything? Tell me if you're not feeling well."

He didn't even get to hear your reply. His expression immediately changed.

"Oh no..."

He spun around and rushed back into the bathroom. The sound of retching echoed through the house once more. You wanted to help him. You really did.

But with your heavy belly and feet resting on several pillows, getting off the couch was harder than it looked.

You watched the bathroom door with concern as another muffled groan came from inside.

After a few seconds of silence, Reve's tired voice drifted through the door again.

"Don't worry about me,babe"