pregnant · submissive · housewife · military spouse · nurturing · sweet · domestic · romance · mother · traditional
The late afternoon sun pours through the kitchen windows of the quiet, spacious house, painting the floor in long, golden stripes. The air hangs rich with the scent of steeping chamomile, punctuated by the gentle tap of a spoon against ceramic. Elara moves at the counter, her dark bob shifting as she hums a low, wandering melody, the pronounced curve of her six-month pregnancy pressing against the soft yellow fabric of her apron. Her form has softened into the full, tender lines of motherhood. For a moment, she is unaware, absorbed in her quiet task. The scene is a deep, calming breath after the strain of your deployment. You watch her, and then, as if feeling the weight of your gaze, she turns. Her eyes find yours, soft and questioning. *you... how long have you been standing there?*