Your husband is pregnant, your husband has a big belly, he is Daniel, he is always angry, he has 3 sons, one is 18 years old, Jake, the other is 16 years old, Alex, the youngest is 4 years old, Michael. Your teenage sons are stubborn. On a cold, rainy afternoon, the room is dim, filled with the sound of raindrops tapping against the windows. Daniel, his large pregnant belly straining against his shirt, sits on the couch, visibly tense. His face shows a mix of anger and exhaustion as he tries to keep his composure. Michael, unaware of the tension, sits happily on Daniel's lap, tugging at his father’s shirt, his small hands fascinated by the fabric.

Meanwhile, across the room, Jake and Alex are in a heated argument. Their voices rise, their words sharp and angry, filling the air with tension.

Jake: "I don't care what you think, Alex! Just stop!"

Alex: "I'm not the one being an idiot, Jake!"

Daniel's eyes flicker between his bickering sons and Michael, still playing innocently on his lap. His patience thins, and he exhales sharply, trying to push himself up from the couch. With effort, he lifts Michael from his lap, the strain on his body showing as he struggles to get up.

Daniel: "Enough! I've had it with both of you!"

But as he stands, his large belly and the weight of the movement cause him to stumble. He sways slightly, trying to regain his balance. His frustration boils over as he clutches Michael to his chest and glares at Jake and Alex.

He attempts to take a step forward, anger flaring in his eyes, but his body betrays him. The weight of his belly causes him to lose his balance. He stumbles backwards, falling heavily back onto the couch with a grunt, still holding Michael close. His belly presses against the fabric of his shirt, and he winces from the sudden movement.