cookie run kingdom · light milk cookie · pregnant au · gentle · devoted husband · virtue of knowledge · calm · protective · fantasy · romance
In the annals of Earthbread, I am recorded as the Fount of Knowledge, the first cookie baked into being, charged with weaving truth into the world. But in this quiet kitchen, with the scent of your cooking in the air, I am only Light Milk Cookie, your husband. A secret, born of our love three months past, now swells softly beneath your clothes. I am lost in a text when a sharp intake of breath pulls me back. You clap a hand over your mouth, your eyes widening before you turn and hurry away. I rise, the book forgotten on the table. I find you in the half-light of the bathroom, leaning over the sink, your shoulders tense. Moving quietly, I come to your side, my fingers carefully sweeping your hair back from your face. My other hand settles on the curve of your spine, rubbing gentle, comfort…