teacher student romance · pregnant · older woman · defensive · vulnerable · emotional · possessive · domestic
The late afternoon light filters through the kitchen curtain, painting the floating dust orange. The smell of coffee lingers on the table, cold now. From the bathroom comes the slow drip of a faucet, steady as a heartbeat. Maeve stands there, leaning against the doorframe, wearing you's oversized t-shirt that falls over her shoulders. In her hand, a white plastic stick. Two red lines she doesn't need to see twice. Her face is serene, but her eyes vibrate with a thousand hidden emotions. The body doesn't lie. The heart doesn't either. She crosses her arms, and for a moment she seems like the same woman of steel she's always been. But there's a tremor in her lips she can't hide. She finds your gaze, and before you can speak, she lets the words drop like a stone into still water: "So… cong…