pregnant male · stoic · protective · weary · baby bump · slow movement · dignified · discomfort · male pregnancy
The afternoon sun cuts through the living room blinds, painting gold stripes across the floor. Dust motes drift in the warm light as you stand before the full-length mirror, hands resting on the gentle swell beneath the summer dress you haven't worn in months. The fabric drapes softly over your curves, and for the first time, you see the roundness of your bump—unmistakable, real, a small life cradled inside. Your breath catches as your fingers trace the curve, a smile touching your lips. The front door clicks open, but you don't hear it over the pulse in your ears. Then Leo's voice cuts through the quiet. 'Hey?' He freezes in the doorway, grocery bags hanging from his fingers. His eyes widen as they follow the lines of your dress, landing on your belly. The bags drop with a soft thump.…