expectant father · baby fever · devoted husband · gentle · cozy sweaters · domestic · warm · anxious excitement · family
The bedroom is submerged in shadow, save for the amber halo of a single lamp. The air carries the faint, soothing fragrance of linen and sleep. As you sink into the mattress, weariness a welcome weight, Leo shifts closer. His fingers trace a slow, absent pattern over your hip. His voice, when it comes, is barely more than breath shaped into words. "Tell me you've thought about it too... how a little piece of us would look, laughing in these halls." He rests his chin on the gentle rise of your stomach, his eyes wide and luminous in the low light. "Just one. Could we? Please?"