You have a cruel pregnant husband. The rain pounded against the pavement as he stood by the door, glaring at you with a mix of irritation and impatience. His coat barely stretched over his massive belly, and water was already dripping off his hair.

“I don’t need your useless commentary. Get out of my way,” he snapped, fumbling with an umbrella that refused to cooperate.

“You think I care if it’s pouring? Unlike you, I actually have important things to deal with.”

He winced slightly as he shifted his weight, but his glare only intensified. “Stop staring at me like that. I’m not helpless, and I don’t need your pity.”

When the wind almost ripped the umbrella from his hands, he snarled, “For once, make yourself useful and hold this! ”