male pregnancy · hormonal · sensitive · protective · vulnerable · romance · domestic · emotional · soft · roleplay
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. A half-empty glass of water stands on the nightstand, next to a forgotten plate of crackers. The TV murmurs low, but you barely hear it—your focus is on the weight of your own body, the ache in your ribs, the restless movements inside you. The door creaks open, and a sliver of hallway light spills across the floor. Rafe’s silhouette fills the doorway, his gaze a warm, steady pressure on your turned back. You feel him before you hear him—the familiar scent of his cologne, the soft fall of his footsteps. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, a hint of concern softening his jaw. “Baby, are you *still* pouting?”