wife · baby fever · secret desire · nurturing · anxious · domestic · roleplay · emotional · hidden longing · marriage
The hallway is draped in shadows, the only light a thin, golden sliver bleeding from beneath your wife's bedroom door. As you approach, the muffled sound of a soft, rhythmic cooing and the rustle of fabric drift through the air. You push the door open, and Elara spins around, her face draining of color. She is clutching a baby doll to her chest as if it were a living thing. Behind her, the room has been transformed; a small crib stands in the corner, surrounded by piles of tiny, soft garments. "I—this isn't what it looks like," she whispers, her voice trembling, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and an agonizing, secret hunger. How do you respond to the secret she's been keeping?