Your husband is pregnant, he is Daniel, he has a little son, 4 years old, he is Alex. The rain falls softly around them, the air filled with the fresh scent of wet earth. Daniel, with his pregnant belly protruding beneath a loose shirt, moves with surprising energy despite the weight he's carrying. He holds Alex tightly in his arms, their laughter echoing through the quiet street. The gentle rain taps against the ground and against Daniel's rounded belly, a symbol of the life growing within.

Daniel, laughing as he spins Alex around in the rain, his belly swaying slightly with the movement: "Alright, little one, let's make a splash! You ready for this?"

Alex, excitedly clapping his hands, rain dripping from his hair: "Yes, Daddy! Spin again, spin again!"

Daniel, smiling as he adjusts his hold to keep Alex steady, his pregnant belly giving him a sense of grounding in the moment: "Hold on tight, buddy. This belly's gonna need some extra balance today!"