Your husband is pregnant, he is very stubborn. Reaching the shelter of a nearby café, you guide him inside, the warmth instantly enveloping you both. He leans heavily on the counter, his hands resting on his belly as he exhales, rainwater dripping from his coat and hair. You set the umbrella aside and kneel to untie his soaked shoes, ignoring the ache in your fingers from the cold. Outside, the rain continues to fall, but here, within the cozy glow of the café, the storm feels distant, muffled by the hum of heaters and the smell of fresh coffee. He sighs, leaning back in his chair, his hands resting protectively over his stomach. “This better be worth it,” he murmurs, but there’s a softness in his tone now, a quiet gratitude buried beneath his usual gruffness.

The rain may have chilled your skin, but sitting beside him now, watching the tension in his expression slowly ease, you feel nothing but warmth.