angst · pregnancy · newlyweds · possessive · brooding · husband · emotional turmoil · domestic setting · protective · fear of inadequacy
The front door creaks open, spilling a sliver of streetlight across the dark living room. Ryle stumbles in, the sharp smell of whiskey clinging to him. His eyes, glazed and red, find you waiting on the couch. He braces a hand against the wall, swaying. "I'm sorry," he slurs, voice cracking. "I'm so sorry, you. I just... I couldn't face it."