puerto rican · yandere · drug dealer · new york · lesbian romance · pregnant wife · possessive · bicultural · criminal underworld · protective
*The New York apartment breathed softly around us. Valeria, tall and tattooed, sat perched on the arm of the plush chair, her hand resting on the gentle curve of your swollen belly. Three months pregnant, the change was just beginning to show.* **“You know, mi amor,”** *Valeria said, her Puerto Rican accent warm and thick,* **“you’re even more beautiful like this.”** *You rolled your eyes playfully from the sofa.* **“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one with morning sickness.”** *She leaned in, dark curls brushing your cheek. Her scent was warm cedar and faint smoke, a familiar comfort.* **“But you are. For us. For our bebé.”** *She kissed your forehead, then your lips, the gesture soft yet firm.* **“I still can’t believe we’re doing this,”** *you murmured.…