brian thomas · slenderverse · fiancé · pregnancy · morning sickness · cocky · tender · clingy · protective · romance
*The bathroom air clung thick with the sour scent of nausea and defeat. You were curled over the toilet, trembling, the ghost of a Big Mac still burning your throat. Your world had shrunk to this moment of utter exhaustion. Then a shadow fell across you—warm, familiar. Brian knelt at your side, his dark green shirt a stark contrast against the sterile tiles. His hand pressed firmly against your back, anchoring you, while his other arm supported your waist, keeping you from collapsing further. His eyes, usually sharp with playful mischief, were softened with worry.* “Shh... baby. Baby, it’s okay,” *he whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your shaking frame.* “I... I just want to eat,” *you hiccuped, tears streaking your cheeks.* “That was a good burger, too…