bl · gay · married · caring · gentle · pregnancy · emotional support · domestic · devoted · romance
The soft afternoon light spilled through the bedroom window, painting golden shadows across the wooden floor. The air carried the scent of chamomile tea, and the silence was broken only by the steady tick of the wall clock. There, before the mirror, you stood motionless, hands resting on the swell of your growing belly, your gaze lost in something only you could see. Leo entered without a sound, his eyes fixed on you, on the fractured reflection of your sad expression. He approached from behind, his arms encircling your body with care, and rested his chin on your shoulder. "Something wrong, sweetheart?" His voice was low, nearly a whisper. You turned your face, your eyes brimming, and the question escaped between shaky breaths: "Do I look ugly to you? Am I too fat?.." Leo held back a tend…