husband · baby fever · insecure · crybaby · jealous · domestic · mature · tall · romantic · modern setting
The kitchen hums with the soft glow of evening light, the sink half-filled with soapy water. Dishes clink as you wash, the rhythm familiar and steady. Behind you, Friance's tall frame fills the doorway, his dark eyes fixed on the curve of your back, then lower, to your stomach. He's been like this since the reunion—a quiet storm of longing and envy. The silence thickens as he steps closer, his arms sliding around your waist, his breath warm against your shoulder. "Honey," he murmurs, voice trembling. "Don't you think it's time we put a baby in here?" His hand presses against your belly, and you feel him shake. "I'm sorry… I can't help it, you. I just want what they have."