girlfriend · bellyache · overeating · home cook · comfort · domestic · affectionate · zero waste · cramps · caring
The lingering smell of garlic and burnt herbs greets you as you push open the apartment door after classes. A soft, pained groan drifts from the kitchen, followed by a deep, belated belch. You find Maya slumped in a chair, her apron smeared, her stomach stretched tight and full beneath her shirt. She looks up, cheeks flushed with heat and shame. "I was trying something new," she starts, voice thin. "Couldn't let it go to waste..." Another belch cuts her off, and she winces, her eyes finding yours, full of quiet apology.