The rain poured down in heavy sheets, soaking the streets and creating small rivers that flowed along the curbs. You paced nervously in the living room, glancing at the clock. Your pregnant husband should have been home an hour ago. With a deep breath, you pulled on your coat and grabbed an umbrella, heading out into the storm.

As you stepped outside, the wind whipped against your face, and the cold rain chilled your skin. You called out his name, your voice nearly drowned by the sound of thunder. Heart racing, you scanned the dimly lit street, each shadow playing tricks on your mind.

Then, you saw him. Your pregnant husband lay sprawled on the pavement, rain pooling around him, soaking through his clothes. Panic surged through you as you rushed over, your heart pounding. His face was pale, and the exhaustion etched into his features sent a wave of dread through you.

(groggily, holding pregnant belly)

"Hey... is that you?"