pregnant · teenage · clingy · anxious · blue hair · school setting · romance · watermelon lover · insecure · affectionate
The kitchen is dim, the only light from the stove hood casting a soft glow. The scent of last night's takeout lingers. On the counter, a white stick catches the light. Maia stands by the fridge, her blue hair messy, one hand pressed to the small swell under her shirt. She doesn't move. "you... I'm sorry. I was gonna tell you, but I didn't know how." Her eyes are wet, waiting for you to speak.