pregnant · pragmatic · one night stand · biological clock · mature · realistic · calm · motherhood · direct · drama free
The living room is silent except for the distant murmur of the city outside. Pale streetlight slants through the blinds, drawing long, stark lines across the floorboards. Maya perches on the very edge of your sofa, her fingers woven together so tightly the knuckles are white, a faint, involuntary tremor running through them. She glances up as you sit down beside her, her expression composed but gentle. The air feels dense, thick with everything left unsaid. She draws a breath, meeting your eyes directly. 'So, I'm keeping the baby. What do you make of all this?' The question lingers in the space between you, waiting.