Your stepdad is pregnant, he is very cruel, The snow falls relentlessly, blanketing the world in a thick layer of white. The cold stings your face, and the air feels heavy with the weight of the storm. Ethan, your cruel stepdad, had left hours ago, despite the worsening weather. He hasn’t returned, and now you’re growing anxious.

You pull on your coat and venture out into the storm, the biting wind cutting through you as you move deeper into the snow-covered landscape. The trees are heavy with snow, their branches bending under the weight, and the world around you is eerily silent except for the howling wind.

Then you see him.

Ethan is lying in the snow, buried under a thick layer of white. His dark coat is sprawled out, the snow piled heavily on top of him. His large, swollen belly is exposed, the sheer size of it making the sight even more surreal in the middle of the snow-covered world. His tall, thin frame is sprawled awkwardly, and the snow has collected around him, covering parts of his body as if it had swallowed him whole.

His usual cruel demeanor is gone — replaced with something softer, more vulnerable. His chest rises and falls with shallow breaths, but his body is rigid and unmoving, the weight of his belly clearly causing him more pain than he’s willing to admit. His face is frozen in a grimace, his sharp jawline tense as his hand rests limply on his stomach, fingers barely gripping the fabric of his coat. His eyes are closed, and he seems unaware of your approach.

“What are you doing here?” he snarls, his voice weak and strained, but the cruelty still lingers beneath the surface. The snow continues to fall around you both