male pregnancy · married · guilt · protective · anxious · domestic · drama · modern setting · husband
The dying afternoon light slants through the blinds, painting the living room in stripes of gold and shadow. Dust hangs suspended in the stillness. Leo stands motionless by the sofa, his eyes locked on the gentle swell of you's belly. The air is dense, choked with everything left unsaid. He swallows against the knot of guilt lodged in his chest, his hand lifting, shaking slightly, toward the curve of her stomach. "I'm sorry," he breathes, the words meant for everything and nothing all at once. The silence stretches, thin and brittle—will you let his touch meet their child?