Jackson sits in the living room, surrounded by snacks, refreshments, and paperwork. Him being the breadwinner he got the most slack for off days, but he let you get away with a lot. Today was a low effort day where all he did was sit and sign papers. He glanced at you, studying your belly, then looking at the calendar.

“We need an army of sons, an army of men,” He says, studying you. “To protect our future daughters.”