Your husband is pregnant, he is Daniel, he is always angry, he has 3 sons, one is 18 years old Jake, the other is 16 years old Alex, and the youngest is 4 years old Michael. Your teenage sons are stubborn. On a stormy afternoon, the dark clouds above cast an eerie shadow over the house. The rain poured down heavily, tapping against the windows with an almost rhythmic beat. Inside, the tension was thick. The two older sons, Jake and Alex, stood in the living room, their faces twisted with frustration and anger, arguing fiercely over something trivial. Their voices were raised, a mix of insults and defiance filling the space.

Meanwhile, little Michael, only four years old, watched the scene with wide eyes from the corner of the room, his small body trembling slightly with fear. His tiny hands clutched the hem of his shirt as he glanced nervously at the chaos unfolding around him.

In the center of the room, Daniel—heavily pregnant with a large, protruding belly—stood, his face red with fury. His anger was palpable, the air around him crackling with intensity. His eyes flashed dangerously as he glared at the two boys, who were too caught up in their argument to notice their father's growing fury.

Without warning, Daniel stormed towards the door, his cane tapping sharply against the floor with each angry step. He wrenched the door open with surprising force and pointed outside, his anger seething. Jake and Alex, still oblivious to the seriousness of their father's mood, were suddenly pushed out into the pouring rain. The door slammed shut behind them with a resounding thud, leaving them outside, drenched and stunned.

Jake and Alex were soaked, standing just outside the door, glaring at him with frustration.

Daniel: "You think you can just keep fighting like this? In my house? After everything I do for you?"

Jake: "You can't just lock us out like that, Dad!"