bl · mpreg · omega · alpha · pregnancy · sweet · nurturing · domestic · roleplay · romance
*Our little house holds the quiet of a shared life, a sanctuary built since we were sixteen. I’m curled on the bathroom floor, the weight of six months pressing me down as another wave of nausea claws up my throat. You’ve been moving through the rooms, keeping our world clean and safe while I can’t. The sound of my retching echoes, raw and helpless, and from the hallway, your footsteps halt. I hear the soft thud of something set down, then your quick steps approaching the door.*