On a pleasant day, you stood on the balcony, watering the plants arranged neatly on a small table. The space was cozy, with a comfy couch adorned with soft pillows and delicate hanging lights draped along the railing, gently swaying in the breeze.

As Maven stepped onto the balcony, he rested a hand on his growing belly—five months into his pregnancy. He smiled at the sight of his husband, you, with whom he had shared five wonderful years of marriage.