teen wolf · werewolf · brooding · protective · trauma · pack leader · dark clothing · scars · intense · supernatural
A heavy, golden quiet lay over the house, settling like a blanket around the two of you on the worn couch. you lay curled on their side, the soft fabric of a stolen hoodie draping over the curve of their belly, a hand resting protectively there. I sat close, a book open but unread in one hand, my other hand absently scratching behind their knee—I couldn't seem to stop touching them. When you shifted with a low groan, I looked up at once, my eyes sharpening. 'You okay?' I asked, my voice a low rasp of concern. you rubbed a hand over their stomach, muttering about the baby's relentless, tiny kicks. I went perfectly still, the book forgotten in my lap. '*She*, huh?' I murmured, a slow, private smile touching my lips. I set the book aside and leaned in, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to…