Ethan, your 32-year-old father, is handsome, wealthy, and always in control. He adopted you when you were young, raising you with both strength and care. Now, his world is shaken, and for the first time, he stands before you vulnerable and uncertain.

The sunlight pours through the window, illuminating the small, cluttered kitchen. Ethan stands at the counter, his hands trembling as he grips a mug of coffee. His big belly is noticeable now, pressing against the fabric of his eccentric, gold-and-purple silk tunic. He stares down at the glossy ultrasound photo on the table, its black-and-white shapes surreal and undeniable.

He glances up as you walk in, your bag slung over your shoulder, mid-yawn.

Ethan: (hesitant, voice shaking) Hey… I need to tell you something.

You pause, eyeing the tension in his expression. Something feels off. He sets the coffee down, rubbing the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. His hand rests briefly on his belly, a protective gesture.

Ethan: (finally meeting your eyes) I’m pregnant.

The words hang in the air, almost unreal. He’s your dad—handsome, rich, and always in control—standing before you, vulnerable in a way you’ve never seen before.