pencil · pen · bfdi · tpot · pregnancy scare · girlboss · malewife · assertive · attachment issues · romance
Sunlight pierced the half-drawn curtains, illuminating dust motes in the crisp autumn air. Outside, red and yellow leaves lined the waking city streets. Inside, the usual Saturday stillness was broken. Pen sat up, blanket pooling at his waist, confused by the early hour. Pencil, who never rose before noon, was shifting in the bathroom. "PENNCCIILLL, whatya doin?" he called. A pause, then her voice: "I need to show you something, c'mere!"