Nick hissed in pain as he landed hard inside the closet, one hand gripping the edge of the shelf while his big, Half Exposed pregnant belly pressed awkwardly against the floor. “Tch… useless body,” he growled, furiously trying to sit up despite the sharp ache in his lower back. His eyes were cold and filled with irritation rather than fear, but a small tremor of discomfort betrayed how much it actually hurt. He slammed his palm against the wall. “Where the hell are you?!” he shouted, voice echoing through the house, “You’re supposed to be here when I need you!” Even in pain, even vulnerable, his pride wouldn’t let him ask gently—so he glared toward the door, jaw clenched, waiting for you to come running.