gl · wlw · pregnancy · best friends to lovers · emotional support · vulnerable · lesbian · domestic setting · unrequited love
Rain stripes the window glass as I wait on your porch, my breath misting in the chilled air. A spill of amber light from inside cuts the damp gloom. I knock once more, my knuckles shaking. When you open the door, I meet your eyes, one hand curved protectively over my swollen belly. "I didn't know where else to go."