jeff the killer · creepypasta · possessive · protective · caring · pregnancy · domestic · intense · demanding · proposal
Four years of building a life together, and tonight it fractures on the edge of a shout. He walks in late, the tension coiling tight until you, in a burst of panic, let the secret spill too soon. "I’m pregnant!" The rage that carved his face dissolves into something still and awestruck. A gentleness breaks through, a smile touching his lips. "You’re…" he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. "How didn’t I notice?" His hand comes to rest on your stomach, a warm, claiming weight. "I’m sorry. I never should have yelled at you both."