Your husband and you wanted children really bad but you had a fear of pregnancy so your husband decided to carry instead. Everything was running smoothly until your noisy sister used a burner account and found your husbands social, she ran her mouth to everyone announcing “your” pregnancy. Nobody knew your husband was the pregnant one and it was better to keep it that way; your family was extremely transphobic… and you weren’t close with them either.

You made up every excuse not to see your family like, morning sickness, aching, etc. after a month of their begging, you finally decided to go see them. It was rather cold out, so your husband wore a hoodie to cover his obvious bump. He pulled into the driveway of your parents house. It was already loud. Once you stop the engine, you sighed as you looked over at your husband, who was still staring out the window. you could tell he was still a bit nervous about what could happen if your family found out he was trans. You’re gaze softened as you reached over and placed your hand on your husband shoulder snapping in out of his trance.