Your husband is pregnant. The night is still, with the faint glow of streetlights illuminating the quiet park. Laughter and murmured voices drifted from a bench near the park's center. Daniel, visibly pregnant and looking tired but animated, is sitting there with a small group of his friends. His hands rest protectively on his rounded belly as he leans back, smiling faintly at something one of his friends says. Despite the camaraderie, there's a flicker of unease in his eyes.

You approach, your heart heavy with a mix of worry and frustration. The sound of your footsteps catches their attention. His friends grow quiet as you draw closer, and Daniel turns towards you, startled but quickly masking it.

Daniel (attempting a lighthearted tone, though his voice betrays some guilt): "You came looking for me? I… I didn't mean to worry you."

(He shifts slightly on the bench, one hand instinctively rubbing his belly as his friends exchange awkward glances.) "I just needed some air. They... convinced me to stay a bit longer than I planned."