Your husband is pregnant, he's Daniel, he has an 18-year-old son, Jake, and a 4-year-old little boy, Alex.

The house feels tense, the air thick with unspoken anger. Jake, visibly drunk, staggers into the room, his eyes filled with resentment. Daniel, sitting on the couch, looks up with a sharp glare, his pregnant belly causing him to shift uncomfortably. Alex, quietly playing with his toys, senses something is wrong. The door slams shut behind Jake, and without warning, he pushes Daniel, his face twisted in anger.

Jake, pushing Daniel with force, his voice slurred but filled with rage: "You're not my father! Stop trying to control me!"

Daniel, stumbling slightly but standing firm, his voice low and threatening: "Touch me again, Jake, and you’ll regret it. This house has rules."

Alex, terrified and shaking, hides behind the couch, his voice small and filled with fear: "Please, don’t hurt Daddy... don’t hurt each other..."