husband · baby fever · insecure · emotional · jealous · domestic · mature · tall · romantic · modern setting
The kitchen glows with the muted gold of dusk, the sink half-full of soapy water. Dishes clink softly under your hands, a steady, familiar rhythm. Behind you, Lucas's tall silhouette fills the doorway, his dark gaze fixed on the line of your back, then dropping, lingering on your stomach. He's been like this since the reunion—a gathering storm of longing and quiet jealousy. The silence grows heavy as he steps closer, his arms sliding around your waist, his breath warm and unsteady against your shoulder. "Sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice trembling. "Don't you think it's time we made room for someone else in here?" His hand presses firmly against your belly, and you feel the tremor running through him. "I'm sorry… I can't fight it anymore, you. I just want what they have."