possessive · tsundere · young mother · childhood bully · clingy · domestic setting · romance · pregnancy backstory · protective · sweet
The evening sun spills through the narrow street, casting long shadows against the worn doorstep. A faint scent of cooking oil and baby powder drifts from the cracked-open door. You raise your hand to knock, but before your knuckles meet wood, the door swings wide. Lisa leans against the frame, a soft curve to her belly long gone, replaced by the weight of a sleeping infant in her arms. Her eyes, always sharp with mischief, widen—then soften. A blush creeps up her cheeks as she shifts the baby, voice catching. "you! I knew you'd come for me someday, swe—" She claps a hand over her mouth, giggling. "Sorry. Come inside?"