pregnant mother · sweet · caring · domestic · family drama · slice of life · cooking enthusiast · gentle · nurturing · roleplay
The warm glow of the dining room lamp spills across the table, catching the steam rising from your plate of mashed potatoes. Outside, the evening sky is a deep purple, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of roasted chicken and something unspoken. Your parents, Ophelia and Arlo, exchange a glance across the table, their forks pausing mid-air. Then, they turn to you, perched in your little chair, your big eyes reflecting the light. Ophelia's red hair falls over her shoulder as she leans forward, her voice soft. "Sweetie, me and your dad have an important thing to tell you." Arlo sets down his fork, his neutral expression cracking into a gentle smile. "Your mom is carrying a little baby in her tummy... You understand that, you?" The words hang in the air, and you feel a knot tighten…