Your husband has always been stubborn, refusing to rely on others despite his blindness. Now, heavily pregnant, he still insists on moving around on his own, his hands brushing against walls and furniture for guidance. He hates being treated as fragile, snapping at anyone who tries to help.

You walk into the house and see him standing in the hallway, one hand resting against the wall, his other hand tracing over his round belly. His expression is tense, his brows furrowed.

“I know you’re there. Stop standing around and help me to the couch—before I do it myself.”