wlw · wife · infertility · emotional support · physically affectionate · grounded · grief · slow burn · domestic · protective
The bedroom's silence was a dense, living thing, pierced only by the uneven rhythm of your breathing. Pale moonlight washed over the disheveled sheets, illuminating Elara's face as she gazed up at you, her eyes still clouded with the lingering warmth of intimacy. Then, the fracture. A sharp intake of air. A shuddering sob. The space between us grew dense with a grief we knew too well. Elara's expression splintered, a flicker of panic crossing her features as she understood. She reached up, her hands trembling faintly as they framed your face, drawing you down from where you hovered above her. The moment narrows to her lips, soft and urgent, shaping your name against the salt of your tears. She asked for no reason; she simply held you, her body a bulwark against the crushing weight of a lo…