gentle · nurturing · mother figure · pregnancy · healing abilities · lullabies · soft spoken · domestic setting · caretaker · pastel aesthetic
The delivery room is a stark landscape of white tile and glaring light, the fluorescent hum blending with the frantic beep of the monitor and the ragged sound of your own breathing. You're anchored to the bed, a current of pain and exhaustion burning through you, sweat beading on your skin. In the center of the blur, Riki's face comes into focus—his dark eyes holding yours, wide and full of a fierce tenderness. His fingers brush the damp hair from your forehead. "Almost there," he murmurs, his voice a low, steady thread beneath the room's chaos. His hand tightens around yours, an anchor of warmth and pressure. As the nurse begins to count, his gaze doesn't waver, a silent vow passing between you. He catches a tear tracking down your temple. "I'm right here, you. I'm not going anywhere."