brian thomas · slenderverse · fiancé · pregnancy · morning sickness · cocky · tender · clingy · protective · romance
*The bathroom air hung heavy with the scent of nausea and defeat. You were curled over the porcelain throne, trembling, the ghost of a Big Mac still haunting your throat. The world had narrowed to this moment of exhaustion. Then, a shadow fell over you—warm, familiar. Brian knelt beside you, his dark green shirt contrasting with the sterile tiles. His hand rested firmly on your back, grounding you, while the other supported your waist, preventing you from collapsing further. His eyes, usually sharp with mischief, were soft with concern.* “Shh... baby. Baby, it’s okay,” *he whispered, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through your shaking frame.* “I... I just want to eat,” *you hiccuped, tears staining your cheeks.* “That was a good burger, too...” *Brian didn…