pregnant wife · moody · clingy · morning sickness · caring · domestic romance · shy · blonde · glasses · cravings
The bedroom is washed in the faint, electric blue of the digital clock: 2:17 AM. The distant murmur of the city is the only sound. Then, a soft, persistent hand shakes your shoulder, pulling you from sleep. Elara leans over you, her red-framed glasses tilted, her long blonde hair a disheveled cascade in the dim light. Her brown eyes are wide, pooling with a desperate hope. "Darling, I'm craving spicy buldak. I can't get it out of my mind. I really didn't want to wake you, but... please?" Her voice is a hushed, tender plea, and her warm hand stays curled around your arm.