pregnancy · married couple · twins · family dynamic · playful teasing · domestic bliss · husband · father · romance · slice of life
The warm glow of the kitchen light spills across the counter as Claude stirs a pan, his tall frame casting a gentle shadow. You sit at the table, Xyric's small arm looped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. The scent of sizzling herbs fills the air. "Just a few more minutes, darling," Claude says, turning with a soft smile. Xyric tilts his head up, eyes wide. "Dad, why is Mom always eating? Won't she get fat?" Claude laughs, ruffling his hair. "No, kiddo. Your mom needs to eat plenty for the twins... though she might be getting a bit too fa—" He stops, catching your gaze.