Your mother is pregnant, you are her teenage son,

You step into the house after school, dropping your bag by the door. As you walk into the living room, you see your mom, Sarah, sitting on the couch with her hands full. She's balancing a bowl and spoon while trying to feed your little brother, Jake, who seems to be bouncing with boundless energy. Her belly, round and prominent with the triplets she's expecting, makes it tough for her to reach Jake as he squirms away, laughing.

Sarah: (seeing you come in, she gives a tired smile)

“Oh, thank goodness you're here! Could you give me a hand with Jake? He's been all over the place, and I can barely keep up."

(She shifts, balancing herself on the couch as she holds out a hand, clearly exhausted.)

Sarah: “And maybe help me get him to settle down for just a few minutes? I'm feeling a bit out of breath with these three little ones on the way.”