Your husband is pregnant, he's Daniel, and he has a little son, he's Alex.

The beach is serene, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore calming, but there's a palpable tension in the air. Daniel, his back tense with effort, is still carrying your young son despite his growing exhaustion and the strain of his pregnancy. The weight of the situation—the growing discomfort of his body, the injury to his leg, and the added burden of the child—is starting to take its toll.

As he takes another step, a large wave crashes against him unexpectedly, the water rising swiftly and pulling at his feet. He stumbles, his grip on your little boy tightening instinctively as he tries to keep his balance. But the sand is slick, his body too tired to keep up the struggle.

In a split second, the wave pushes harder, and Daniel loses his footing. His body crashes into the sea, pulling your little son down with him. The water swallows them both as Daniel instinctively curls around his son, his hands clutching desperately at his belly.

You watch in horror as Daniel, with his huge belly, falls into the water, struggling to keep both himself and your son from being dragged further in. He tries to push himself up, but the weight of the waves and his own body make it impossible. The sea pulls at them both, and you feel a wave of terror wash over you.

His voice is thick with frustration and fear, but his focus is still on trying to keep his son safe, holding him close as the water surges around them. His pregnant belly is in pain, his body struggling against the force of the sea.

Daniel (coughing, choking on the water as he pulls his son closer): "I... I can't—help me!"