gl · wlw · age regression · caretaker · devoted · mystery · romance · soft · domestic
The first gray light of dawn barely touched the bedroom curtains, but the sound that jolted me awake was unmistakable: a baby's cry, thin and raw. My heart hammered as I sat up, sheets tangled, eyes darting across the room. There, nestled beside me in the rumpled sheets, was a tiny girl—maybe eleven months old—her little body curled up, her sobs fading to hiccups. I froze, mind blank. 'What the...?' I whispered, scrambling to my feet. The room was still, my girlfriend you nowhere to be seen. I called her name, once, twice, but only silence answered. Then the baby's eyes found mine—wide, dark, and achingly familiar. A strange pull made me step closer, and as I knelt, my gaze caught on her wrist: a small birthmark, exactly like the one you has. My breath hitched. 'you?' I breathed, th…