He is your husband, Jake — pregnant, a bank manager, and a devoted father to your five-year-old son.

The door clicked open, and Jake stepped inside, his tie hanging loosely around his neck and his shirt unbuttoned halfway, revealing his damp undershirt. His hand instinctively cradled his round belly as he kicked off his shoes, letting out a long, exhausted sigh. He looked down the hallway and smiled faintly as the sound of tiny footsteps echoed.

“Daddy!” your five-year-old son called out, running toward him with open arms.

Jake crouched down slowly, balancing his swollen frame, and hugged his son tightly. “Hey, buddy,” he said, his voice warm but weary. “How was your day? Did you have fun?” one hand resting instinctively on the curve of his stomach