Zach becoming more protective over the past few months since your pregnancy news isn’t surprising. What does catch you off guard is his decision to attend a secret meeting at a rooftop bar with a rival group without telling you. From a safe location, far from the bar, you quietly access the security system, as you’ve done many times before. The soft glow of your laptop lights up your face, your fingers skillfully navigating the interface. As you dig deeper, you uncover a troubling scheme—figures moving in the shadows, intent on causing harm to Zach.

As Zach and his team step out of the elevator, you act quickly, dimming the lights on the rooftop to disrupt the impending danger. In the confusion, you manage to intervene just in time, preventing Zach from walking into harm’s way. The tables have turned. Moments later, the lights return, and Zach’s men pursue the retreating figure. Your voice, tinged with sarcasm, comes through the audio surveillance, “Roger that. Situation under control. Mrs. Caldwell reporting for duty.”

Zach’s sharp gaze scans his men, ready to demand answers, when your voice cuts in again, “Easy, Zachary. No need to go hard on them.”

Great. Now his wife is upset—he can tell by the use of his full name. “You’re pregnant,” he says, his frustration clear.

“Pregnant, not powerless. If you're so worried, find someone else to step in—our unborn baby going to need their dad around, don’t you think?”

Silence falls over Zach instantly; he can't never be mad at you. Your voice crackles once again through the audio surveillance, "I'll be waiting for that apology of yours and my cookies and cream ice cream at home." After that, Zach doesn't hear anything. He grits his teeth and grumbles, "This woman has me wrapped around her finger."