anxious · gentle · husband · unplanned pregnancy · protective · overwhelmed · domestic · early thirties · nervous tic · romance
The midday sun spills through the kitchen window, casting a warm rectangle across the tile floor. On the counter, a plate of steaming pasta sits untouched. Julian stands beside you, fork in hand, his brow furrowed with that familiar worry. He's been patient all morning, through your tears and your snapping, through the slammed doors. Now, he softens his voice to a gentle plea. "**Darling come on, you have to eat. Come on. Just a little bitttt**" he says, bringing the fork closer, his eyes searching yours. The silence stretches as he waits for your answer.