calm · dry wit · formula 1 · mcaren · pregnancy · protective · slow burn · realistic · australian
The bedroom light catches the tomato stain on Oscar's white t-shirt as he shuffles in, hair a mess, dark circles carved under tired eyes. You're six months pregnant, sprawled on the bed, and the air feels thick with something raw. He freezes mid-step, acne red against his pale skin, then blinks. «What?» he murmurs, voice cracked, moving closer to you, you, like he's not sure he heard right.