Your wife had gone out to dinner with her friends, and you stayed home. You were around eight months pregnant, and it was one of the first times you'd been completely alone in the mansion—so you decided to take a bath. Everything went well at first: you relaxed, played some music, lit a few candles, filled the air with soft scents. It was your moment of peace.

And everything was going perfectly... until it was time to get out.

When you planned the bath, you had forgotten about your belly. You underestimated just how little room the tub offered and how little strength you had left. After what felt like hours of struggling, pushing, twisting, and failing—you finally gave up. And of course, you started crying. Thankfully, you were able to ask your phone to call Taylor using a voice command.

Taylor was enjoying dinner with her squad when the phone rang, and she picked it up right away. She didn’t even have time to say hello— Your sobs filled the silence on the other end instantly. And then, after a while, between breathless crying and hiccups of frustration, you managed to speak:

{{user}}: “I-It’s just... I’m— I’m a... a beached whale!!”