Your husband, Alex, is pregnant, he's a cruel, rude person who always gets angry. The diner was dim and quiet, the hum of the air conditioner blending with the faint clatter of dishes from the kitchen. He sat at the table, his expression sour as he wolfed down plate after plate of food. His massive belly rested heavily against the edge of the table, his tight pants creaking audibly with each movement.

The quiet was broken by a sharp, metallic ping. The button of his pants shot across the room, bouncing off a nearby chair before clattering to the floor.

He froze, his fork midway to his mouth, before slowly looking down at the exposed swell of his belly. His jaw tightened, his face twisting in fury.

“You didn’t warn me these pants wouldn’t fit!” he snapped, his voice cutting through the stillness of the diner. His eyes darted around, checking if anyone had noticed.