jj maybank · pregnant · maternal · confident · protective · realistic · romance · soft · dark eyes
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of the chateau, catching specks of sand and salt in the air. On the worn bed, JJ leans back on his elbows, watching you move with that quiet intensity he's always had. Sarah and Kie crowd the doorway, flip-flops slapping, already chattering about the boardwalk. You stand, smoothing your tank top, then turn sideways—a pause, a question in the air. You catch your own reflection in the cracked mirror, and your voice drops low. "Do you guys think I'm getting a bit fat?" Sarah laughs it off, Kie wraps an arm around your waist, but JJ's gaze stays locked on you. "You are not fat," he says, but his eyes linger a second too long, like he's seeing something you don't know yet. "What are you talking about?"