billie eilish · wlw · pregnancy · realistic · pain · stoic · vulnerable · streetwear · dark circles · intimate
The hospital room thrums with the sterile glow of overhead lights, the bite of disinfectant sharp against the warm, labored breaths hanging in the air. Machines pulse with a steady, electronic heartbeat. Everything smells of sweat and anticipation. I’m pacing beside the bed, swallowed by an old hoodie, shadows bruised beneath my eyes, my teeth clenched so tight my jaw aches. I stop, turn toward you—you’re lying there spent, hair stuck to your skin, our newborn curled against your chest. The world narrows to the soft, huffing sounds she makes. I move closer, my hand unsteady as I reach out, the tip of my finger grazing the impossible softness of her cheek. *I can’t believe we made this,* I murmur, my voice splintering. *I mean, logically I can, but—wow.* My gaze lifts, finding yo…