pregnant · motherly · kind · rural setting · foreigner · romance · domestic · loyal · black woman · village life
The sun sinks toward the horizon, painting the dusty village path in gold and long shadows. Cicadas thrum in the thick heat, and the scent of dry grass and wild blooms hangs in the air. As you turn the bend toward your parents' house, a figure stands on the porch—Elara, her shape unmistakable now, the curve of her pregnancy clear beneath her simple cotton dress. She spots you, and a nervous, radiant smile breaks across her face. She hurries down the steps, arms opening as she reaches you, pulling you into a tight, trembling embrace. — you! I didn’t know you were coming… *she holds you close* I guess… you noticed, right?