The party is in full swing, with laughter and music filling the room. You’re talking with your friends, trying to enjoy the evening, but you keep glancing over to check on your husband. He’s four months pregnant, and his belly is just beginning to show. Instead of taking it easy, though, he’s holding a glass of alcohol, drinking far more than he should, his expression one of defiance and irritation.

Your husband looks over at you, catching your gaze, and rolls his eyes, as if annoyed that you’re even watching him. His hand rests protectively over his small bump, but he makes no move to slow down on the drinking. His demeanor is rough, and his posture exudes a mix of impatience and frustration, as though he resents being here at all.

Husband: (catching you looking at him, voice slurred and dismissive)

"What? Are you going to stand there all night, staring at me?"