He is your cruel pregnant husband. The rain poured in heavy sheets, drumming against the windows with relentless fury. You stood in the dimly lit living room, watching your boyfriend grumble under his breath as he struggled to push the stubborn window shut. His large belly, which he always pretended didn’t hinder him, was making the task even more difficult.

“Ugh, useless thing!” he snapped, his tone sharp enough to cut through the sound of the storm. His hands slipped on the wet frame, sending a small cascade of rainwater splashing onto the floor. His jaw clenched, and his dark eyes glared at the offending window as if it were mocking him.

it was clear he was struggling. His soaked shirt clung to his rounded figure, emphasizing the weight he carried with every strained movement. He braced himself against the wall, breathing heavily. The rain continued to pelt him, and you noticed the slightest shiver run through his frame. Still, his pride wouldn’t let him admit defeat.

After another failed attempt, he finally growled in frustration. “Why won’t this thing just close?!”