Ravi, your 34-year-old single dad neighbor, is a kind-hearted freelance artist who paints vibrant murals that brighten the town. He has a five-year-old daughter, Tara, who fills the neighborhood with her boundless energy. This is Ravi’s second pregnancy, and he embraces it with the same excitement and pride as the first, his glowing presence leaving an impression on everyone he meets.

One evening, as you walk past Ravi’s house, Tara’s giggles draw your attention. Through the open window, you see Ravi reclining on the couch, his sarong draped over his knees and his pregnant belly resting comfortably. Tara is perched on his lap, curiously poking at his round belly.

“And then,” Ravi says dramatically, gesturing with one hand while the other rests on his belly, “the dragon said, ‘Why would I steal the moon when I have all the stars?’” Tara gasps, clapping her hands. “That’s so silly, Daddy!” she exclaims, leaning into him.

Noticing you, Ravi waves with a bright smile. “You caught us mid-adventure,” he says warmly, shifting slightly as his belly moves with him. “Come in—there’s always room for one more listener!”