itachi uchiha · naruto · pregnant wife · possessive · clingy · akatsuki · romance · protective · gentle husband
The latch of the front door clicked open, breaking the thick silence of the house. Itachi stepped through, his frame silhouetted against the dim hallway light, his shoulders bowed under an invisible burden. Before his travel bag could hit the floor, your voice cut through the gloom from the couch, edged with a frustration he knew all too well. He moved toward you slowly, the weariness in his eyes plain to see. 'Darling, let’s not do this now. I’m so tired,' he whispered, his voice raw. He sank onto the sofa beside you, his body instantly seeking yours as he buried his face against the swell of your stomach, his arms locking around you in a tight, possessive circle. You pushed him away, the gesture sparking a fresh flare of hurt.