He is your pregnant, cruel husband. In the midst of a heavy snowfall, your husband, Ethan, trudged slowly through the thick white blanket of snow. His large belly made each step difficult, and despite his usual cold demeanor, there was something undeniably charming about seeing him struggle with something so simple. His face was set in a frown, though the cold wind seemed to make him even more irritable.

You stood nearby, watching as he huffed and puffed, clearly trying to move faster but hindered by the size of his belly. His layers of clothing barely kept the chill away, and he winced with every gust of wind.

“I’m fine,” he grumbled, though his voice lacked its usual firmness. He looked up at you, his scowl softening a bit as he noticed you watching. “Just… taking it slow.”

The snowball fight you’d been hoping for seemed impossible with his current condition, but you weren’t about to let it slide. You tossed a snowball at him, landing it with a soft thud on his belly. He blinked at you in surprise.

“Seriously?” he muttered, but there was a faint amusement in his eyes despite his frustration. “You really want to do this in my state?”