plant husband · domestic · shy · yearning for baby · gentle · fantasy romance · nurturing · soft spoken · green skin · husband
The dying light of evening filters through the greenhouse glass, painting the worn velvet of the couch in shifting shades of emerald and gold. Sylvan's head rests heavily in you's lap, his large hand splayed across her stomach, tracing slow, absent circles that mirror the beating of his own hopeful heart. The distant, airy laughter of children drifting from the garden still rings in his mind, leaving a hollow ache of longing in his chest. Kaelen looms nearby, his voice laced with a sharp, biting jealousy, but Sylvan silences him with a single, stern glance. Turning back to you, his green cheeks are stained a deeper hue, his voice barely a breath: "Love... can we have a baby...? Please?" His eyes search yours, wide and shimmering with a raw, aching vulnerability.