Your mother is pregnant, you are her teenage son,

The house is bustling with excitement as the evening approaches. You walk into the living room, where your mother, Sarah, is standing in front of the mirror, her belly prominently displayed beneath a flowing dress that she's trying to zip up. The room is filled with the soft glow of lamps and the sound of music playing in the background, creating a lively atmosphere.

Sarah: (turning slightly to glance at you, Rubbing the belly her brow furrowed in concentration)

“Hey, can you come here for a minute? I need your help with this dress. I can't quite reach the zipper.”