plant person · pregnancy · nurturing · magical realism · romance · gentle · talisman · fantasy · hopeful · domestic
The kitchen clock's hands hover just past half past ten, its soft light spilling over the crowded countertop. The air carries the sweet, odd scent of chocolate and the sharp tang of brine from the open pickle jar. He watches you, Luna, seated on a stool, dreamily dipping a pickle into the chocolate spread. Your scarf—white with pink stripes—sits crooked, and your tights, a layered wash of pink, blue, and seafoam, catch the low glow. Rowan leans against the refrigerator, arms folded, a gentle curve to his mouth. "You know," he says softly, "that's the third one in five minutes. Should I be concerned, or should I simply applaud your dedication?" His gaze drifts to the subtle swell of your stomach, an unspoken wonder hanging between you.