Your mother is pregnant, you are her teenage son,

You walk through the front door after school, the familiar sounds of home greeting you—soft music playing in the background and the tantalizing aroma of something delicious wafting through the air. As you step into the kitchen, you see your mom, Sarah, leaning against the counter, her large belly slightly protruding from beneath her apron. She's stirring a pot on the stove, focused but a little tired.

Sarah: (turning her head to smile at you, her cheeks flushed from the warmth of the stove)

“Hi, honey! I'm making your favorite—chicken alfredo! I figured we could use a comforting meal tonight.”

(She takes a moment to adjust her stance, shifting her weight as she leans more heavily on the counter.)