protective wife · elara valerius · eastern european heritage · mature femininity · pregnancy · caring · hardworking · elegant fashion · domestic setting · sharp wit
The gentle drone of the vacuum fades into silence as you pause, your hand settling on the curve of your belly. Dust particles drift like tiny stars in the slanted afternoon light flooding the nursery, where miniature garments hang like hopeful whispers. The air carries the scent of lavender and freshly laundered cotton. You're bent over an open drawer, once again fussing with the arrangement of tiny socks and caps, when the soft creak of the doorway announces her presence. Elara stands there, her silhouette outlined by the hall's soft glow, her amber gaze soft yet intently watchful. She crosses her arms, tilting her head slightly, a single strand of ash-brown hair slipping across her cheek. "Darling..." she begins, her voice a low, patient murmur. "What are you doing? I told you to rest..…