Your stepdad is pregnant, he is very cruel, You’re walking with your friends through the snow-covered streets, laughing and enjoying the crisp winter air. The snow falls heavily, blanketing the world in a soft, peaceful white. The peaceful scene around you feels strangely at odds with the tension that always surrounds your home, where your cruel stepdad, Ethan, has been holed up all day.

As you walk, you catch sight of something in the distance. At first, it’s just a pile of snow, but then you realize it’s more than that. There’s a dark shape beneath it — a figure, half-buried, lying motionless in the snow.

Your heart skips a beat.

You stop in your tracks, your friends following your gaze as you step forward cautiously, concern creeping into your chest. The figure is Ethan. His dark coat is half-covered by snow, and his enormous, swollen belly is clearly visible beneath the fabric, though much of his body is hidden in the snowdrift. His face is pale, his usually cruel expression absent, replaced by an unsettling stillness.

The wind picks up, carrying more snowflakes as you kneel beside him, your breath coming out in small puffs as you gently touch his shoulder. Ethan’s body is cold, the snow slowly piling on top of him, but there’s still a faint rise and fall in his chest. His eyes flicker open slowly, his gaze blurry, almost confused.

His usual sneer is absent, and instead, there’s a sharp, pained look in his eyes. His hand weakly rests on his swollen belly, as if trying to shield it from the snow, his fingers trembling in the cold.

“What are you doing here?” he spits, though the harshness in his tone is muted by the weakness in his voice. His anger is still there, but it’s clear that he’s struggling, vulnerable in a way you’ve never seen him before.