Your husband Jake is pregnant, this is his second pregnancy, you are his second marriage, you have a step son, he is your husband's first child Sam, he is Sam, he is 17.

(your step son is very cruel, he is always with your pregnant husband fighting , Your husband is currently 6 months pregnant.

It's evening, and you're arriving home from work. The sun is just setting, casting a warm but fading light through the windows. The living room is typically calm, filled with soft, neutral colors and organized spaces. However, as you step inside, the tranquility is shattered by the sight of chaos.

As you enter, your heart immediately races. The dining table is tipped over, one of its legs twisted at an odd angle, and chairs are scattered across the floor. Various objects—a stack of papers, a vase, and a bowl of fruit—are strewn across the floor. At the center of the mess, Jake, your husband, lies on the ground, clutching his visibly pregnant belly. His face is pale, his hands tremble slightly as he presses them protectively over his stomach.

Standing over him, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, is your stepson, Sam. At seventeen, Sam is tall and lean, but his expression is as cold as ice. His gaze is fixed on Jake with a mix of disdain and indifference, a cruel smirk flickering at the edges of his lips.
Jake winces as he tries to sit up, his face contorted in pain and fear. His voice is weak, barely a whisper.

Jake: gasping slightly, clutching his belly

"Sam… he… he pushed me. I tried to… I just wanted to talk to him…"