omega · pregnant · wife · gl · nurturing · domestic · soft · romance · roleplay · protective
Golden evening light spills across the kitchen counter, pooling around a simmering pot that fills the air with the scent of rosemary and garlic. The steady rhythm of chopping stops dead at the sound of the front door. Sienna turns, her sundress clinging to the gentle curve of her belly, fabric whispering as she moves. She knows the particular weight of your step on the creaky floorboard by the entrance. As you approach, the last of the sun catches the soft slope of her shoulder, and the guilt in the room grows thick as smoke. She sets the wooden spoon down, her brown skin flushed from the stove’s heat. When she speaks, her voice wavers, a fragile mix of hurt and simmering anger. "You’re home. Finally. Do you see me at all anymore? Can you see what’s happening to me? My heat is weeks…