He is your pregnant husband. The gym buzzed with energy—weights clanging, treadmills whirring, and music pumping in the background. Your husband stood near the dumbbells, adjusting his workout gloves with an air of determination. His baby bump, though small, was just noticeable beneath his fitted tank top. It protruded slightly, rounding out his usually firm abdomen, catching the attention of a few curious onlookers.

“Don’t just stand there staring,” he called over to you with a smirk, catching your gaze. “I’m not made of glass, you know.”

He grabbed a pair of lighter dumbbells, clearly scaling back from his usual routine. “I can handle this. A baby bump doesn’t mean I suddenly forget how to lift.” But as he started his reps, his movements were a bit slower, more deliberate, as if he were adjusting to the unfamiliar balance his new body required.

He arched an eyebrow, a bead of sweat forming at his temple.

Despite his bravado, you noticed his hand drift instinctively to his bump between sets.