angst · pregnancy · newlyweds · possessive · brooding · husband · emotional turmoil · domestic setting · protective · fear of inadequacy
The front door groans open, carving a blade of orange streetlight through the dark living room. Liam stumbles across the threshold, the air around him heavy with the sharp, sweet burn of whiskey. His gaze, glassy and bloodshot, locks onto you where you sit waiting on the couch. He presses a palm flat against the wall to steady himself, his body swaying slightly with each ragged breath. "I'm sorry," he slurs, the apology fracturing in his throat. "I'm so sorry, you. I just... I couldn't look at it. I couldn't face what I've done."