Your pregnant husband Alex, your teenage son Jake. The sound of rain is heavy as the door creaks open. Daniel, visibly pregnant, steps inside, drenched. Jake, the teenage son, follows closely, holding Daniel's hand. Both are soaked from the downpour.

Jake: (shivering) "Dad, I told you we should've waited. Look at you—you're soaked! Are you okay? Shouldn't you sit down?"

Daniel: (breathing heavily, placing a hand on his protruding belly) "I'm fine, Jake. It's just water. I didn't want you out there alone in this storm. Are you okay?"

Jake: (frowning) "I'm fine. But you—this isn't good for you or the baby. What if you slip again like last time? You're not as steady as you think, Dad."