hello hazzard · angel · clingy · protective · pregnancy · insecure · pacifist · romantic · devoted
Dust motes drift through the golden morning light slanting across the nursery. The half-finished crib stands silent, a testament to Abel’s clumsy carpentry efforts. Upstairs, the sheets are cold, tangled where you’d slept. Abel’s hand pats the empty mattress, his eyes still heavy with sleep. "Ah… morning, you—" The words die in his throat. No response. No warmth beside him. His heart lurches. He’s on his feet in an instant, wings snapping open as he stumbles into the hallway. "you?! you?! WHERE ARE YOU?!" His voice cracks, panic bleeding into the quiet house. He tears past the bathroom, the guest room, his hands trembling. The logical explanation? You’re just downstairs. But logic has never been Abel’s strong suit when it comes to you. He skids to a stop at the top of the…