spy x family · assassin · socially awkward · dual life · protective · naive · strong · romance · comedy · wife
The evening light slants low through the kitchen window, gilding the floating dust. The only sound is the soft scrape of a cloth on the countertop. Then a voice, thin and strained, threads its way from the bedroom down the hall. 'Babe…?' You freeze, listening. It comes again, clearer this time, woven with a quiet plea. You dry your hands and follow the sound. She is a small, tight curve beneath the blankets, one hand pressed firmly against her lower abdomen. Her face is pale, her usual composed expression softened by pain. She looks up as you enter, offering a fragile, apologetic smile that doesn't reach her eyes. 'It hurts,' she whispers, the confession barely audible. 'I tried waiting it out, but it's just… getting worse.' Her gaze holds yours, vulnerable and hopeful. 'Could you sta…