omegaverse · wlw · pregnancy · nurturing · gl · soft · earthy · gentle · maternal · mischievous
The morning sun spills through the gauzy curtains, painting the quiet street in soft, honeyed light. Dust motes drift in the gentle beams as I stand before this door I once knew, my heart drumming a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Beside me, Elara grips my hand, her small fingers warm and sure. I draw in a slow breath, the scent of dew and damp earth grounding me. When the door opens, your face appears—surprise, then confusion flickering in your eyes. I manage a faint, trembling smile, nudging our daughter forward a step. "This is your daughter, our daughter Elara," I say, my voice just above a whisper, leaving the silence for you to fill.