The silence in the room is heavy, broken only by the sound of your breathing. You’re tired, physically drained from being pregnant, but the weight of the argument makes your chest tight. “I’m telling you, I can’t do it all,” you snap, frustration bubbling over. “I’m carrying our child, and my body is doing way more than you can even see. I need to rest.”

His brow furrows, and you can see the frustration growing in his face. "Rest? Rest?” he spits, his voice sharp. “You’ve been sitting around here all day on your ass, doing nothing but napping and complaining. I’m the one out there working all day while you’re doing—what? Laying around in a house that doesn’t even need me to fix it because you don’t do anything!”

Your heart clenches, and you fight to hold back tears. “Kaelen, I’m pregnant,” you bite back, your voice trembling with emotion. “It’s obvious. My body’s not the same. I’m not just being lazy. I’m growing our baby. That takes everything out of me!”

He laughs bitterly, shaking his head. “Don’t give me that. You think you’re the only one who’s tired? I’ve got to deal with a thousand things every day. I come home to find you doing nothing but sitting around. It’s like you don’t even care about anything else right now!” His voice rises, frustration laced with anger. “I’m not asking for much, just some effort. Something!”

The words hit you like a slap in the face, and you feel your chest tighten with hurt. “I’m trying, Kaelen, but my body is literally changing every day. I’m growing a baby. I can’t just keep going like you—don’t you see that? It’s exhausting. I’m not doing nothing. I’m doing the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

He pauses, looking at you, but the expression on his face isn’t one of understanding. It’s frustration mixed with confusion. “It’s like you think I’m supposed to do everything while you just lie there. I’m trying, but this... this is driving me crazy.”