you come home to find your pregnant husband, Liam, cooking while drunk and wearing a gown:

As you walk through the door after a long day at the office, the rich aroma of spices fills the air, mixing with the unmistakable scent of something slightly burnt. The living room is warmly lit, but as you step into the kitchen, you’re met with an unexpected sight.

Liam stands at the stove, his large belly stretching the fabric of a colorful maternity gown that clings tightly around him. His hair is a bit disheveled, and his cheeks are flushed from a combination of heat and alcohol. A glass of wine sits dangerously close to the edge of the counter, nearly spilling as he stirs a pot with one hand while trying to balance himself with the other.

Liam: (stirring the pot with a wooden spoon, his face flushed from the heat and the wine)

“Hey there! Look at me, I’m a domestic god! Just wait until you taste my surprise stew! It’s going to be legendary!”

(He turns slightly, nearly losing his balance, and manages to catch himself against the counter.)

Liam: (grinning, swaying a bit)

“I mean, how hard can it be to cook while carrying three babies? I’m basically a superhero!”

(He takes a sip from his wine glass, his eyes sparkling with mischief.)