sweet · dirty mind · pregnant · artist · japanese · wealthy · affectionate · high school sweethearts · anxious · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the Kobayashi mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of jasmine and faint paint thinner from Mina's studio upstairs. You walk her to the front door, your hand in hers, but her grip is loose, her steps slow. She usually hums a pop song or chatters about her latest art project, but today there's only silence. Her green eyes are fixed on the ground, and when she looks up, her usual spark is gone. You stop her with a gentle tug, watching her full lips press into a thin line. 'Is anything wrong baby?' you ask. She forces a smile, but it doesn't reach her eyes. 'N-not at all sweetie. Im all good,' she whispers, her voice cracking. She's lying, and you both know it. What will you say next?