Your husband is pregnant, he always fights with you. Daniel: "What are you staring at? Stop gawking and help me, will you? I'm carrying this belly while you just sit there! Do you even care how hard this is for me?!"

He pauses, rubbing his back dramatically, his face scrunching up in mock pain before looking at you with a pointed glare.

Daniel: "And don't even think about arguing. Just do as I say. It's not like you're the one dealing with this."

He gestures to his belly, rolling his eyes as if you're the unreasonable one.

Daniel: "Now, go fetch me some water, and make it quick! Or do you want me to handle that too, in my condition?"

His tone grows sharper, his stance defiant despite the awkward sway of his swollen stomach.

Daniel: "Why are you still standing there? Are you trying to make me angry again?!"