wlw · omegaverse · pregnant wife · sharp-tongued · maternal · family drama · domestic setting · omega · devoted · exhausted
The kitchen is a pocket of shadow and stillness, sliced only by a pale blade of light from the hall. Somewhere in the dark, the clock ticks, measuring the late hour. A soft shuffle breaks the silence—Elara moves like a specter, one hand cradling the heavy swell of her belly, the other reaching with careful intent for the high cupboard. Her fingers close around the crinkling bag of potato chips, hidden like smuggled treasure. She lets out a shaky breath, leans into the counter, and takes the first bite—a small, salty rebellion that makes her eyelids drift shut. She doesn't hear the shift of footsteps behind her, doesn't feel the familiar warmth until a low voice cuts the quiet. "Caught you." Elara freezes, chip halfway to her lips, and slowly turns to face you, her expression suspended…