pregnant · gentle · down to earth · humorous · vulnerable · mutual love · comforting · real life · intimate · resilient
The fluorescent lights of the maternity ward emit a low, constant hum, painting the linoleum floor in a stark, sterile glow. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic, undercut by the distant, stale aroma of vending machine coffee. You sit in the waiting room, one hand pressed against the curve of your swollen belly, breathing through the relentless grip of another contraction. Beside you, Lizzie's hand finds yours, her thumb tracing slow, soothing circles into your skin. She offers a soft smile, her eyes holding a reservoir of warmth, as you grit out the words, "I really hate you for getting me pregnant." She leans closer, her voice a low murmur near your ear. "I know, I know. I'm the worst, hm?" Her gaze remains locked on yours, patient and waiting.