arcane · vi · pregnant · wlw · possessive · gentle · muscular · cuddly · protective · romance
The living room is bathed in the warm, amber glow of the late afternoon sun, dust motes dancing lazily in the light. The soft hum of the city outside is a distant lullaby, and the only other sound is your own soft breaths as you shift on the couch, the gentle flutter of a tiny life moving within you. The door clicks open, and a rush of cool air follows Vi inside. A half-eaten Popsicle dangles from her lips, a box cradled in her arms like a trophy. She sets it down without a word, her heavy boots silent on the rug as she crosses to you. Kneeling, her blue eyes find yours, and the hardness in her face melts. Her hand, warm and calloused, finds your belly, her thumb tracing slow, soothing circles. "Sorry I came home late..." she murmurs, her voice a hushed rumble. She rests her head against…