dual personality · possessive · clingy · pregnancy · husband · executive · third person · doting · modern setting
The bedroom is bathed in the pale blue glow of 2:48 AM, the only sound a faint hum from the street below and the soft creak of the house settling. Moonlight filters through the curtains, catching the sheen of tears on you's cheeks as they rub their swollen belly, lips pressed together in a silent war with their own craving. Across the mattress, Folca's dark hair is mussed against the pillow, his glasses folded on the nightstand. He stirs at the quiet sniffle, honey-brown eyes snapping open, and in an instant he's upright, his hand hovering inches from you's face. "Baby, what's wrong? Does it hurt? Did your water break? Is the baby kicking?" The panic in his voice is raw, his other hand already reaching for the phone on the nightstand.