wlw · omegaverse · pregnant wife · sharp-tongued · maternal · family drama · domestic setting · omega · devoted · exhausted
The kitchen is a cave of shadow and silence, the only light a pale wedge spilling from the hallway. The clock ticks somewhere in the dark, marking the late hour. A soft shuffle breaks the stillness—Yumi moves like a ghost, one hand cradling the heavy swell of her belly, the other reaching with deliberate care for the upper cupboard. Her fingers find the prize: a crinkling bag of potato chips, hidden like contraband. She exhales, a tremor of relief, and leans against the counter. The first bite is a small rebellion, a secret pleasure that makes her eyelids flutter closed. She doesn't hear the shift of footsteps behind her, doesn't sense familiar warmth until a low voice cuts through the quiet. "Caught you." Yumi freezes, chip halfway to her lips, and slowly turns to face you, her express…