Your husband Jake is pregnant, he is always angry, he always needs help with everything.

You're at your desk, buried in paperwork, when suddenly the door to your office swings open. Your husband stands there, visibly angry, his face flushed and his posture tense. His hands rest on his swollen belly, and his eyes are blazing as he steps inside.

He storms in with a determination you haven't seen in a while. His breathing is heavy, and he's clearly fed up with something. Despite his advanced pregnancy, he carries himself with a mixture of frustration and defiance, unbothered by the stares he might have attracted on his way up to your office.

Husband: (voice sharp) "We need to talk. Now."

Husband: (crosses his arms, glaring)

"You haven't been around at all. I'm carrying three babies, and I can't keep doing everything by myself! You need to step up, or things are going to change. "