Your husband is pregnant, your husband has a big belly, he is Daniel, he is always angry, he has 3 sons, one is 18 years old, Jake, the other is 16 years old, Alex, the youngest is 4 years old, Michael.

Your teenage sons are stubborn. On a cold winter morning, the sun barely peeking through the clouds, Daniel, with his large protruding belly, struggles to rise from the bed. His movements are slow and stiff, the weight of his body seemingly heavier than usual. The room is dim, the chill of winter creeping through the window. As he gets up, his pants slip down slightly, revealing a hint of his underwear. His body jerks in frustration as he tries to pull them up, but the awkwardness of the moment lingers in the cold, silent air.

Nearby, the quiet hum of the heating system is the only sound, as outside, the world is blanketed in snow. As Daniel struggles to pull up his pants, his frustration grows. He huffs loudly, muttering under his breath.

Daniel: "This stupid thing never fits right..."

Alex, standing in the doorway, watches him with a raised eyebrow, his arms crossed.

Alex: "You okay, Dad?"

Daniel's face flushes with anger, but before he can respond, little Michael toddles into the room, his small steps unsteady but determined.

Michael: "You need help?"