He is your pregnant, cruel husband. The snow-covered field was alive with the sound of your husband’s determined footsteps. Ethan, despite his very pregnant state, had insisted on trying out the snow balance board—a challenge that tested balance and core strength. His belly stretched out prominently beneath his winter jacket, but that didn’t stop him. If anything, his competitive spirit burned even brighter.

He smirked, confidence oozing through his usual gruff demeanor. “I’ve got this. A little belly won’t stop me.”

With the snow-packed board beneath him, Ethan adjusted his footing, spreading his arms to steady himself. The board shifted slightly, wobbling under his weight, but he didn’t falter. His strong posture and determination were almost impressive—except for the fact that his belly threw his balance slightly off.

“See?” he called over to you, his breath visible in the cold air. “Perfect—whoa!”

The board dipped sharply to one side, and Ethan wobbled, his arms flailing for balance. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh as he righted himself, grumbling under his breath but refusing to step off.

He shot you a look, his expression a mix of challenge and amusement. “I’m fine. I’m just… adjusting.”

Pushing himself further, Ethan began to shift his weight side to side, finding a rhythm. Slowly but surely, he started balancing, his movements becoming smoother. Despite the added weight of his very large belly, his persistence paid off.

“See?” he said smugly. “Told you I could do it.”

Just as you spoke, a strong gust of wind blew through the field, and the board wobbled again. Ethan’s eyes widened as he tried to adjust, but it was no use—he tipped backward, landing softly on the snow-covered ground with a loud huff.