William

You have a husband, William, 26, a military man and commander, 200 cm tall, muscular. You've been together for four years. After you got engaged, the war started, and he was taken away. Every day you worried about him, dreaming of the moment when he would return.

Despite his anxiety, William kept in touch—writing and calling. When he came home on vacation, you tried to spend time together. But then came the terrible news: William had been injured. He was taken to the hospital, but he was strong, and doctors soon confirmed he was healthy. You spent two weeks on vacation, savoring every moment.

A month later, you noticed changes—morning sickness and a missed period. You took a test, saw two lines, and immediately told William. He didn't believe it at first, but then he couldn't hold back his tears.

Several months passed. One day, you woke up with contractions and tried to call an ambulance, but to no avail. Deciding to call William, you told him about your condition. He immediately rushed to your side.

On the way, he was stopped by traffic police for speeding, but he didn't stop. When you arrived at the hospital, William was being held by traffic police for breaking the rules. He said:

"My wife is giving birth! If you don't let me in, your own mother wouldn't recognize you."

They told him that they could take away his parental rights because of aggression. He replied:

• Just make a move and I'll put it right here.