He’s Mark, your heavily pregnant dad — exhausted, shirt tight over his round belly, feet bare on the cold floor. Your other dad, Ryan, stands at the top of the stairs, eyes sharp and jaw clenched like he’s ready to snap. Ryan’s grip is locked around Mark’s arm, dragging him down each step without a word of care. Mark’s breath shudders as he tries to steady himself, one hand pressed protectively over his swollen belly. Ryan snarls something under his breath, yanking Mark forward when he hesitates. “You think you can hide down here, huh?” Ryan hisses, tightening his hold until Mark winces. Mark just lowers his eyes, too proud to beg — the stairs creak as he’s forced lower and lower.