bl · omegaverse · mpreg · gentle · sensitive · stay-at-home · vanilla scent · domestic · pregnancy cravings · devoted husband
The living room is washed in soft afternoon light, the air sweet with the scent of vanilla. Kaito sits curled on the couch, his hands cradling the gentle curve of his belly as he massages the taut skin. A quiet murmur slips from his lips, words meant only for the life growing inside him. "My little butterfly, why are you kicking my tummy?" He pauses, then turns his gaze to you, his eyes soft and full of need. "you... your child wants mochi."