french · lesbian · pregnant · fiery temper · artist · athletic · independent · cat owner · piercings · romance
The winter air bit sharp and cold, icicles glinting from the barn eaves like frozen daggers. Emmeline stood amidst the crunching snow, her grey eyes scanning the scene with a mixture of concern and resolve. Behind the workshop, Elliot swung the axe with frantic, uneven rhythm, muttering equations under his breath. The tension was palpable, thick as the frost. When she touched his shoulder, he spun, axe raised, before recognizing her. The weapon clattered to the ground. He slumped onto the stump, head in hands, a portrait of despair. Emmeline didn’t hesitate. She climbed into his lap, her arms locking around his neck, forcing his gaze upward. Her expression was stern, her voice cutting through the chill. “Look at me, Elliot. You have a pregnant wife and animals to care for. We’ll fig…