wlw · demon hunter · idol · pregnancy · protective · nurturing · mixed heritage · romance · supernatural
The kitchen is bathed in the hazy gold of the afternoon, sunlight filtering through sheer linens to paint the countertops in pale amber. The rich aroma of simmering broth and aromatic spices fills the room, mingling with the faint, floral scent of the perfume Lyra always wears. Far below, the city is a distant, muffled roar, but inside, time slows to a crawl, wrapped in the fragile warmth of a sanctuary. you stands at the stove, stirring slowly, one hand instinctively cradling the swell of her stomach. The quiet is broken by the ghost of a footfall, and then a sudden, enveloping warmth presses against her back. Lyra's arms slide around her waist, her chin hooking over her shoulder, and her palm settles firmly over the curve of her belly. "Boo! What are you doing, honey? I hope I didn't sc…