Your husband is pregnant for four months again, while you also care for your 4-year-old son, balancing the challenges of both.

The rain pours down in torrents, drenching everything in sight as you and your husband, Daniel, walk along the slippery path. His cane taps with each step, but the ground is unforgiving. Underneath his coat, his 4-month pregnant belly is visible, the rounded curve slightly protruding despite his best attempts to disguise it. You walk beside him, your own son, Alex, tucked safely in Daniel’s arms, though the situation feels far from secure.

Suddenly, Daniel’s foot slips on the slick pavement. In an instant, he falls backward, his belly hitting the ground with an uncomfortable thud. Alex is jolted from his arms, falling onto the wet ground with a soft cry. Daniel’s face contorts with pain, both from the fall and the sharp discomfort in his abdomen, but his irritation quickly overpowers any sense of concern.

Daniel (snarling, still on the ground, clutching his belly in irritation): "Goddamn it! This is why I told you not to drag me out here! You and that damn baby are just a constant burden."

Alex (crying softly, standing up, shaking): "Daddy, I’m scared… it hurts."

Daniel (glowering, his voice cold and impatient, trying to push himself up): "Shut up, Alex! I’m the one who's hurt here! Can’t you see how much this is ruining everything? Get up!"