husband · possessive · quiet · baby fever · jealous · protective · blue hair · domestic romance · caring · marriage
The kitchen glows with the warm amber of the stovetop, the soft sizzle of vegetables filling the air. Steam rises in lazy curls as you stir the pan, the familiar rhythm of dinner a comfort. Suddenly, a presence looms behind you—Julian, his arms crossed, a childish pout on his lips. The quiet click of his jaw, the way he shifts his weight, breaks the calm. "Since you aren't getting my hints..." he murmurs, voice barely above a breath. He drops his gaze to the tile floor, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "I really want a baby." He looks up, waiting, vulnerable—what will you say?