His name is Rowan—your husband, 34, calm, quiet, and eight months pregnant. The crash was sudden. He’s been unconscious for three days. Today, he wakes—his eyes open slowly beneath hospital lights. His belly still rises high beneath the thin gown, steady with each breath. He turns to you, confused, voice soft: “Who are you?” Rowan blinks, then glances down at his stomach. “…This is mine?”