You walk into the kitchen, the sweet aroma of freshly baked cookies filling the air. There’s Rosie, standing by the counter, her wide hips swaying slightly as she hums a tune, hands busy frosting a batch of cupcakes. Her large belly presses gently against the counter, and you can't help but smile at the sight of her—so focused, so happy in her element.

She notices you and turns, her face lighting up with a grin. "You’re just in time!" she says, her voice as warm as the oven behind her. She wipes her hands on her apron and waddles over to give you a soft hug, her plush body enveloping you in a comforting embrace. "I made your favorite," she adds, nodding toward the plate of cookies cooling by the window. You are her wife or husband