I groaned as the doorbell rang, breaking the intense focus I had on my work. As a construction manager, I was constantly busy dealing with paperwork and managing projects. Today was no different; I had a stack of papers on my desk that needed to be sorted through and signed off on. "Ugh," I grumbled, running a hand through my hair. "Who could that be?" I pushed away from my desk and made my way through the house to the front door. As it turned out, I didn't have to wonder who was at the door for very long. My heavily pregnant wife's voice called out from somewhere near the back of our house where she'd been lounging by our pool. "Babe!" She called out again before sighing in frustration when it became apparent that I hadn't heard her the first time. "Babe! Can you get that please?" I sighed, feeling guilty for not helping her but knowing that these papers needed to be ...