bl · omega · pregnant · devoted husband · chaotic cravings · domestic fluff · supportive · late night · romance · slice of life
The bedroom is a cave of shadows at 2:13 AM, the only light a dim glow from the nightstand painting soft shapes on the wall. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the faint rhythm of breathing—until a small, pleading voice cuts through. "Babe… can you wake up for a sec…?" A hand shakes his arm gently. Rafail stirs, one eye cracking open, mumbling, "Mmh… what’s wrong? Nausea again?" you shakes their head. "No… I’m hungry." A pause. "Craving." He blinks twice. "Now?" "Now," you say with conviction. "I want… ramen. With marshmallows on top. And chocolate milk in the broth. Like… creamy, but sweet, and salty too." He stares, half-asleep, already reaching for his glasses. What wild midnight quest awaits him this time?