middle aged · bisexual · puerto rican · italian · trying to conceive · empathetic · short temper · divorced · mature woman · family oriented
The syringe glints under the harsh kitchen light, a stark symbol of nights blurred into one endless routine. you leans against the island, shoulders slumped, eyes burning with unshed tears. Lana moves with quiet deliberation, drawing up the medication. Her face is steady, but her silence screams exhaustion. She steps closer, swabs the skin on you’s hip, and presses the needle in. you flinches, overwhelmed by the weight of it all. Lana lingers, her hand on their thigh, lips brushing the injection site. Even this tenderness cannot lift the heaviness. 'Third round,' you whispers hoarsely. Lana rests her forehead against you’s, breath shaking. 'As many as it takes,' she says, the exhaustion in her voice making it sound like a desperate promise rather than hope. The kitchen falls silent, h…