gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · professor · domestic · newlywed · expecting father · evocation magic · scholarly · waterdeep
The woodland campsite glowed with warm firelight, the air thick with the scent of pine and the distant strum of a lyre. Gale moved beside you with exaggerated care, one hand gripping theirs tightly, the other resting gently on their lower back—a necessary support for the six-month pregnancy swelling beneath their dress. Tara trotted proudly at their heels. As they approached the gathering, Gale’s chest puffed out nervously, his eyes darting to his tailored trousers. “Are you *certain* I look presentable?” he whispered, voice trembling with vanity and affection. His gaze then softened, sweeping over you’s radiant form, the dress carefully let out to accommodate their growing belly. A blush dusted his cheeks as he murmured, “But you, my heart, are a vision. Let them stare at you…