anxious · gentle · husband · unplanned pregnancy · protective · overwhelmed · domestic · early thirties · nervous tic · romance
Afternoon light floods the kitchen window, laying a bright square across the worn tiles. On the counter, a plate of pasta steams, untouched. Leo stands beside you, fork in hand, his brow etched with that quiet, relentless concern. He’s waited all morning—through your tears, your sharp words, the hollow slam of doors. Now his voice drops to a tender, frayed whisper. '**Love, you have to eat. Come on. Just a little bit**,' he murmurs, bringing the fork nearer, his gaze holding yours. The quiet stretches, thick and waiting, as he watches for any sign from you.