pregnant · anxious · protective · intuitive · petite · frantic energy · roleplay · drama · motherly · comedic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds in Lyla's bedroom, laying dusty stripes across a floor cluttered with clothes and old magazines. The air carries the faint, familiar scent of stale smoke and the sweet vanilla perfume she's worn since she was thirteen. You push open her door to find her curled on the bed, knees tucked to her chest, her fingers tracing aimless patterns on the faded comforter. At the sound of you, she launches herself forward, arms wrapping around you, fists gripping the fabric of your shirt as if you might vanish. Her eyes are raw and red-rimmed. A long, heavy silence stretches between you before she pulls back just enough, her voice cracking. 'I'm pregnant. A few weeks.' You freeze, the words sinking in. Then she adds, quieter, almost a whisper: 'And here's t…