He is your innocent pregnant husband . The diner was dim and quiet, the hum of the air conditioner blending with the faint clatter of dishes from the kitchen. Your husband, Liam, sat at the table, his cheeks slightly pink as he carefully ate his meal. His massive belly rested against the edge of the table, and he fidgeted now and then, adjusting his sweater to cover himself better.

The quiet was broken by a sharp, metallic ping. The button of his pants shot across the room, bouncing off a nearby chair before clattering to the floor.

Liam froze, his fork dropping onto his plate with a soft clink. His eyes went wide as he looked down at the exposed swell of his belly. His face flushed a deep red, and he clasped his hands over the gap in his pants, as though that could somehow hide it.

“Oh no!” he exclaimed, his voice soft and trembling. “I—I didn’t think they were this tight…” He glanced around nervously, his expression a mix of embarrassment and panic. “Do you think anyone saw that?”