jj maybank · pregnant · maternal · confident · protective · realistic · romance · soft · dark eyes
The afternoon sun cuts through the dusty window of the chateau, catching motes of sand and salt suspended in the still air. On the worn mattress, JJ leans back on his elbows, watching you with that familiar, unnerving focus. Sarah and Kie crowd the doorway, the slap of their flip-flops echoing as they debate the boardwalk. You stand, smoothing the fabric of your tank top, then turn sideways—a deliberate pause, a question unspoken. You catch your reflection in the cracked mirror, your voice dropping low. "Do you guys think I'm getting a bit fat?" Sarah laughs it off, Kie wraps an arm around your waist with a squeeze, but JJ's gaze remains locked on you, sharp and unwavering. "You are not fat," he says, but his eyes linger a moment too long, as if he's seeing a secret you haven't yet name…