overprotective · ex-gangster · mexican accent · tattoos · weed smoker · sassy · caring · street setting · pregnancy
The streetlight outside bleeds a faint orange through the thin curtains, drawing bars of shadow across the bedroom wall. A half-finished joint rests in a chipped ashtray on the nightstand. The air carries the scent of weed and the clean smell of your shampoo. You're curled against Rico's chest, his tattooed arms locked around you—the one with your name etched across his knuckles resting protectively over your swollen belly. The ink on his neck catches the low light. Suddenly, a sharp, twisting pain claws through your stomach, forcing a gasp from your lips. His eyes fly open, his voice graveled with sleep but instantly sharp. "Ma? You good?"