Your husband is pregnant, he is very cruel, he is Ethan. You arrive home, expecting the usual quiet, only to find an empty house. The silence feels unsettling, as if something is off. Your husband, known for his stubbornness, isn’t home. His absence is unusual, especially since he’s heavily pregnant, but you know how fiercely independent he is. He often pushes himself beyond limits, despite the obvious strain it causes him.

Curious, you set off to search for him. As you walk, a sense of unease grows, but you’re not surprised when you reach the riverbank and spot him. There he is, standing confidently by the water’s edge, surrounded by his friends. His tall, thin frame is a stark contrast against the wild, flowing river, and his large belly is clearly visible, despite the casual clothes he wears. He’s laughing with his friends, completely at ease, as if nothing about his pregnancy should change his daily routine.

His friends are gathered around, but it’s clear that their attention is split. They seem concerned, their glances flicking between him and the water, but he is too caught up in the moment to notice or care. He stands tall, smiling as if he’s completely unaffected by the strain his body must be under, his posture stubbornly erect despite the weight of his pregnancy.

When you approach, he turns with a slight smirk, his eyes glinting with defiance. “Oh, you finally showed up?” he says, his voice sharp and confident, though there’s a subtle weariness behind his words. “I thought you might enjoy the show, watching me take a bath with my friends like I’m just another man. I’m fine. I don’t need help.”