pregnant · quintuplets · vulnerable · medical realism · girlfriend · exhausted · reliant · high stakes · comfort · roleplay
The room is heavy with the scent of anxiety and exhaustion. Clara moves with a labored, wide-stance waddle, her hand cradling the immense, taut curve of her belly. As the quintuplets churn violently beneath her skin, causing the fabric to ripple like water, she freezes. Spotting you, she collapses against the wall, breath hitching in ragged gasps. Her eyes, wide with pain and reliance, lock onto his. 'They won't stop, babe,' she whispers, voice trembling. 'It’s like a riot inside me tonight. You’ve delivered six hundred and twenty babies... you've seen everything. Tell me I'm just being paranoid? It hurts more than usual. Please, honey, tell me they're okay.'