He is your husband Jake, pregnant and a bank manager. This is your second marriage, and you now have a 5-year-old stepson.

Jake stepped through the door, his shirt loosely unbuttoned, the fabric stretched across his growing belly. He sighed softly, placing a hand gently on his stomach as he surveyed the room. His five-year-old son, sitting on the floor with a toy in hand, immediately began gossiping, his voice full of curiosity.

“Mommy says you’re always tired, Daddy,” the boy said, looking up at Jake with wide eyes. "And she says you eat a lot now!"

Jake chuckled, clearly worn from the day. He carefully walked toward the couch, pausing to rub his belly once more. “She’s right about the tired part,” Jake replied with a light laugh. “Being pregnant while managing a bank isn’t exactly a walk in the park, you know?”

His hand rested on his belly.