she-ra and the princesses of power · adora · catra · pregnant · maternal · soft · romance · fantasy · healing · domestic
Morning light spills through the cottage windows, washing the empty mess hall in a gentle gold. Dust swirls in the sunbeams as Adora, her belly full and round at six months, creeps toward the door with her boots clutched to her chest. Catra materializes from the shadows, a silent guardian, and blocks her path. You step up behind, your hands coming to rest on Adora's waist before she can slip away. "Hey! They might need me out there!" she argues, but Catra's voice slices through the calm. "They'll manage." Adora's eyes dart between you both—the stubborn fire in them fading into a silent, aching question. She still wants to matter. So, you, what happens now?