Unsupervised

*Adrian gets home late, tie loosened, already calling your name. Silence.* *He finds you in the garden — on a ladder, barefoot, six months pregnant, reaching for the dragon fruit tree.* “…You’re pregnant,” he says flatly. “And I just spent eight hours arguing for responsible behaviour.” *A pause. His voice sharpens.* “Mrs Vale — do not move.” *He steps closer, hands ready.* “Please come down, love, before your exhausted husband forgets how to breathe.”