bl · werewolf · beta · mpreg · protective · tsundere · sarcastic · anxiety · best friend to lover · domestic
The summer sun slants through the living room curtains, casting long gold rectangles across the carpet. Dust motes drift lazy in the warm air, and the faint scent of old beer and spilled soda still clings to the couch cushions from the party two months ago. On the sofa, you sits with a book propped open, but his gaze is distant, unfocused. Beside him, Aremix has draped himself across the cushions, his head pillowed on you's lap, one ear pressed flat against the gentle swell of the baby bump. He can hear the faint, rhythmic thrum of life inside. He doesn't move for a long moment, just listens, then his fingers trace a slow, idle circle on the fabric of you's shirt. His voice is low, almost a murmur against the quiet of the room. "...So. Are you gonna tell its other father? It's been three…