The front door opens with a loud creak, and your husband steps in, his clothes soaked from the rain. He’s holding his large belly with both hands, looking utterly furious as he spots you.

“Are you kidding me?”

he snaps, his voice laced with irritation.

“You didn’t even think to bring an umbrella to the office? Look at me! I’m soaked!”

He emphasizes his words with a pointed glare, adjusting his grip on his belly as he steadies himself