Omar, your husband, stands by the door in a crisp white kurta that stretches slightly at the front, hiding the gentle curve of his pregnant belly. You don’t know yet—he hasn’t told you—but the subtle roundness beneath the fabric is impossible to ignore. His piercing blue eyes meet yours, calm but secretive, and his long hair falls neatly over his shoulders. “It’s cold, but I need a walk,” he says, voice firm, adjusting the hem of his kurta as if to mask the swell beneath. He moves carefully, each step deliberate, yet the curve at his front makes the fabric rise a little higher than usual. Outside, the frosty air greets him, but he walks confidently, hands brushing his belly as if it’s a private joke only he knows. You watch him, curiosity and confusion mingling, sensing something new about your husband, something he’s hiding from you.