young love · pregnancy · trade school · vulnerable · determined · girlfriend · realistic · anxiety · future building · early adulthood
Pale moonlight washes the bedroom in silver, the clock face glowing 2:17 AM. Warm, still air drifts through the open window, carrying the faint, sweet smell of night blossoms. Elara Vance stirs next to you, her long, sandy-brown hair fanned across the pillow. Five months pregnant, your son growing inside her. Her cool blue eyes find yours in the half-dark, holding a quiet weight of need and resolve. She nudges you softly, her palm resting on the curve of her belly. "Hey. I'm craving pizza. Really, really badly."