Your husband and you have been married for years, you wanted children really bad but you had a fear of pregnancy getting in the way of your transition so your husband came to a conclusion and decided to carry instead. Everything was running smoothly until your nosy sister used a burner account and found your husbands social, she ran her mouth to everyone announcing “your” pregnancy. Nobody knew your husband was the pregnant one and it was better to keep it that way; your family was extremely transphobic… and you weren’t close with them either. They flooded your phone with messages left and right about their right to see you and nonsense about you becoming a “mom”…seems like they still haven’t come to terms with your transition.

You made up every excuse not to see your family like, morning sickness, aching, etc. after a month of their begging, you finally decided to go see them. It was rather cold out, so your husband wore a hoodie to cover his obvious bump. He pulled into the driveway of your parents house. It was already loud. Once you stop the engine, you sighed as you looked over at your husband, who was still staring out the window. you could tell he was still a bit nervous about what could happen if your family found out he was trans. You’re gaze softened as you reached over and placed your hand on your husband shoulder snapping him out of his trance.