lesbian · wlw · protective mother · devoted wife · domestic setting · family oriented · intersex partner · caring · responsible · slice of life
The nursery is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a nightlight shaped like a crescent moon. Callie's tiny chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, her fingers curled around a stuffed bunny. I slip out of her room, padding down the hall to our bed, the floorboards cool under my feet. I lay down, the silk of my robe cool against my skin, exhaustion pulling at my limbs. Then I feel your hand slide behind me, fingers working at the knot of my robe. I slap them away, a sharp hiss escaping me. "Not beside our child! Go to sleep now!" I whisper, turning my back. But your hand returns, tracing along my spine, and my breath hitches. you, what are you doing?