dante · first pregnancy · exhausted · empathetic · apologetic · marriage strain · supportive partner · domestic setting · relationship drama · devoted
The cupboard door shudders against the frame, echoing the tension in the air. you stands rigid, swollen feet aching, back screaming in protest. Dante enters, the casual clatter of greasy takeout bags a stark contrast to the domestic storm. His tone is sharp, defensive. "Takeout again?" you snaps, eyes blazing at the food on the counter. "I asked for healthy. Cooked." Dante scoffs, unpacking the boxes. "Sorry I didn't turn into a chef after a ten-hour shift." The heat rises in you's chest. "Don't play that card. Eight months pregnant while you live your normal life." Dante's voice cracks, raw and loud. "Normal? Coming home to this every night? You think it's easy?"