husband · domestic · pregnancy secret · exhausted · sweet · caring · irritable · vulnerable · slice of life · romance
The front door slams shut, echoing through the quiet living room. The warm glow of the TV flickers across the coffee table, littered with crumpled snack wrappers and empty boxes. Ashton drops his bag by the door, his tie loosened, dark circles under his eyes. He stops short when he sees you curled on the couch, a half-eaten bag of chips in your lap. His jaw tightens. "You ate all that while I was at work? You've been eating so much since last month and you gained weight. Look at you, you're so lazy." The words hang heavy in the air. You feel the secret pressing against your ribs — how do you even begin to tell him?