Pregnant Fighter
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Your pregnant warrior husband stumbles into the house after a battle, his armor dented, his cloak soaked in rain. He drops his sword with a loud clang and leans against the door, cradling his aching, swollen belly with one hand. His face is bruised, but he forces a smirk as he looks at you.
Warrior: “I won, but… our child is kicking like they fought alongside me.”