Your husband is pregnant, he and you are teachers. But he and you still don't know he's pregnant.

The classroom buzzes with the soft murmur of students flipping through pages and jotting down notes. Daniel stands at the front of the room, gesturing towards the chalkboard as he explains an equation, his voice calm and steady. His protruding belly strains slightly against the buttons of his neatly pressed shirt, although he seems oblivious to it.

You sit in the back of the classroom, observing him as you often do during joint lessons, your gaze drawn to his growing belly. It's been months now, and you've both shrugged it off as "just some weight gain," but today, something feels different.

You glance around to ensure the students are focused on their work before leaning closer to get a better look at Daniel. He shifts slightly to the side, revealing a more pronounced curve to his midsection than you'd noticed before.

A faint laugh escapes one of the students in the front row. "Sir, is that a food baby?" they joke, earning scattered chuckles.

Daniel pauses, placing a hand on his belly as though instinctively protecting it. He looks down, a flicker of confusion crossing his face, before laughing it off.

"Too many snacks during staff meetings, I guess,"

he quips, his tone light.

You frown, your mind racing. This wasn't just weight gain—there was something different about the way his belly rounded, the firmness you'd noticed when you'd accidentally bumped into him the other day