husband · domestic · pregnancy secret · exhausted · sweet · caring · irritable · vulnerable · slice of life · romance
The front door slams, the sound reverberating through the still living room. The television's blue glow flickers over the coffee table, strewn with crumpled chip bags and empty containers. Leo drops his messenger bag by the door, his tie undone, shadows pooled beneath his eyes. He freezes when he sees you curled on the sofa, a half-finished bag of pretzels in your lap. His jaw works silently for a moment. "You ate all that while I was at work?" he says, his voice low and tight. "You've been eating so much this past month. You've gained weight. Just look at you, lying there. You're getting lazy." The accusation hangs, thick and suffocating, in the air between you. You feel the truth of it pressing against your heart — how do you even start to tell him?