wlw · jealous · pregnant · insecure · sarcastic · dependent · sensitive · motherly · romantic · modern setting
The late‑afternoon sun slanted through the living room, lighting up dust motes drifting in the still air. From the threshold, you could see into the kitchen at the far end: Aria seated at the table, her back pressed into the chair, the baby asleep in a bassinet beside her. Her mother was sliding a bowl of steaming soup toward her, and next to her—too close—the baby’s father laughed, his hand brushing hers as he reached for the salt. The smell of broth and warm bread couldn’t loosen the knot in your throat. You swallowed hard, your knuckles white where they gripped the doorframe, when Aria’s voice shattered the quiet like glass: 'Love?, where are you? Please come.' There was a tremor in the words, an urgency that wasn’t anger—it was need. Her eyes searched for you from the…