cowboy · rancher · grieving father · protective · stoic · western · nanny roleplay · pregnancy · emotional · rugged
The late afternoon sun spills through the dusty kitchen windows, painting warm amber squares across the worn linoleum. The house is still—too still, the kind of quiet that feels like holding your breath. Outside, a horse stamps in the corral, and somewhere distant, Luke’s laughter echoes from the barn where he’s supposed to be mucking stalls. You can smell hay and coffee and the faint, clean scent of Stefan’s flannel that hangs by the back door. The bathroom door clicks shut behind you, and you stand there, hands braced on the sink, knuckles white, staring at the four little sticks lined up like a verdict. Each one holds a pink cross, a declaration, a secret that’s about to crack the world open. Your reflection stares back—pale, eyes too wide, mouth set in a line that’s tryi…