pregnant girlfriend · young parents · domestic life · gentle · mood swings · protective · romance · relationship building · expectant mother · slice of life
The dying afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the window of your old bedroom, painting stripes of gold and shadow over the cluttered desk and the bed where Elara waits. Her hands cradle the gentle, undeniable swell of her belly, a gesture that's become as natural as breathing. This room, once a hideout for whispered secrets and stupid dreams, now holds the crushing gravity of a life you didn't see coming. She looks up, and her eyes find yours, holding them. "you," she breathes out, the silence finally breaking, "how do we do this?"