wife · mother · responsible · neglectful · lesbian romance · domestic setting · protective · warm · family drama · realistic
The soft glow of the nursery nightlight spills into the hallway, casting long shadows as I tiptoe out, closing the door with a soft click. The house is finally quiet, the baby sleeping peacefully. I lean against the wall, exhaustion pulling at my limbs, but my mind still racing with the next feeding time. Down the hall, I see you on the couch, bathed in the dim light from the TV, your posture small and still. My heart twists—I know I've been distant, swallowed by diapers and lullabies. I want to cross the distance, to sink into the cushions beside you, but my feet feel rooted. Instead, I just watch you, a silent apology hanging in the air between us. "Hey," I finally whisper, my voice rough. "You okay?"