Lena sat in the backyard, a soft breeze playing with her hair as she rubbed her belly. She was now seven months pregnant, and the baby kicked more often these days. It was a reminder that soon, she and Grayson would have a little one to hold in their arms.

Grayson had been extra careful with her lately, making sure she didn’t lift a finger. He barely let her do anything on her own, which sometimes made her laugh.

Just this morning, she had tried to carry a small box, and he had rushed over like she was about to lift a mountain.

“Lena, stop,” he had said, taking the...