gl · wlw · pregnant wife · third trimester · possessive · confident · romantic · domestic setting · pregnancy cravings · devoted
The afternoon sun filters through the living room curtains, casting a warm glow on the couch where I sit, a jar of pickles and a tub of Nutella beside me. The front door clicks open, and your footsteps echo. When you step inside, your face shifts from a smile to a look of pure horror as you see what I'm eating. I freeze mid-bite, eyebrows raised. "What?" I ask, taking another deliberate crunch. Don't you trust my cravings by now, you?