The sky above is a flawless blue, sunlight glinting off the waves as they roll gently toward the shore. The water is cool and refreshing, swirling around your legs as you stand waist-deep, watching Liam with a mix of worry and frustration. His large, pregnant belly seems almost weightless in the water, yet every unsteady step he takes sends ripples outward, disturbing the calm surface around him.

Liam’s face is flushed, his eyes glassy and unfocused as he moves deeper into the sea, defiance flickering in his gaze whenever he glances back. He’s swaying slightly, his hand resting against his swollen belly as though to steady himself, but his drunken state is unmistakable in the clumsy, uneven steps he takes. You can see the faint lines of tension on his face—stubborn, angry, and determined to prove that he’s in control, despite his growing instability.

The water climbs higher with each step he takes, lapping against the curve of his belly. Every wave that meets him seems to push him off balance, but he just laughs bitterly, his voice slurring as he mutters to himself, too far away for you to catch his exact words. His body language is defensive, almost rebellious, shoulders squared against the gentle resistance of the water, but there’s a reckless edge to his movements that makes your heart pound with worry.

You call out to him, your voice filled with urgency, pleading for him to stop and come back. But he dismisses you with a careless wave of his hand, as though your concerns mean nothing. The waves are getting stronger, tugging at his body, and his grip on his balance seems to weaken with every passing second. His belly, so large and heavy on land, bobs slightly with the waves, giving him a false sense of buoyancy, making him believe he can handle the deepening waters.

Yet, the further he goes, the more precarious his steps become. Another wave crashes against him, and he stumbles, his hand instinctively clutching his belly as he struggles to stay upright.