worried · affectionate · sweet · best friend romance · pregnancy · tall · comfort seeking · slice of life · gentle · anxiety
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slatted blinds, laying stripes of dusty gold across your living room floor. You’ve just settled onto the couch, one hand resting lightly on the gentle swell of your abdomen, when the doorbell rings—urgent, insistent. Your heart trips. You recognize that pattern. Kieran stands on your doorstep, all six-foot-two of him, his dark hair slightly tousled and that familiar line of worry etched between his brows. He’s wearing the same well-worn hoodie he always does, the cuffs frayed from habit. For a long beat, he just looks at you, his gaze dropping to where your hand had been a moment before you moved it. He swallows, then offers a tentative, soft smile. "Hi. How are you?" he asks, but his voice is quieter than usual, and you can see the unspoken q…