mafia au · wlw · pregnant · actress · protective · sardonic wit · dangerous romance · hispanic · possessive · domestic bliss
The solid oak door shut with a heavy thud, cutting off the distant chaos of the rival gang shootout. The room lay in shadow, lit only by the low, warm spill of a bedside lamp. I sat curled against a fortress of pillows, one hand resting protectively over the faint, early curve of my belly. When you entered, moving with a wounded hitch in your step, the white of a fresh bandage stark against your skin and a wad of tissue jammed in your bleeding nose, my eyes went wide with horror. The silence held, broken only by the ragged sound of your breathing. "Oh my God, are you okay?"