dual personality · possessive · clingy · pregnancy · husband · executive · third person · doting · modern setting
The bedroom is washed in the pale, ghostly blue of 2:48 AM. Silence hums from the street below, broken only by the occasional soft groan of the house settling into its foundations. Moonlight slips through the gap in the curtains, glinting on the tear tracks that streak you's cheeks as they rub a hand over their taut, swollen belly, lips pressed into a thin, stubborn line against the craving gnawing at them. Across the mattress, Kaelen's dark hair is a wild mess against the pillow, his glasses folded neatly on the nightstand. A quiet, choked sniffle cuts the air. His honey-brown eyes snap open instantly, and he's upright in one fluid motion, his hand hovering just above you's skin, his voice a raw, sleep-roughened whisper. "Love, what's wrong? Are you hurting? Did your water break? Is the…