pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · pregnancy · gentle giant · commanding presence · father · chaotic romance · cookie run · unexpected father · soft fur
The clinical white of the room glares under harsh, buzzing lights. You're gripping the edge of the examination table, the sting of antiseptic clogging the air. That now-familiar tide of morning sickness rises in your throat. The doctor's voice slices through the sterile hum, matter-of-fact: "Shadow Milk, you're pregnant. Do you know who the father might be?" It hits you then — a memory, not like a thought but a physical blow: the warmth of soft fur, the low timber of a gentle voice. Pure Vanilla. Your eyes snap to the clinic door, your heart hammering against your ribs as if he might materialize there any second.