U boyfriend wanna go out but ur 8 month pregnant
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The living room smelled like cinnamon and fresh laundry, a rare calm before the evening tide.
You were wedged into the corner of the couch, feet propped on a mountain of pillows, one hand resting on the heavy swell of your belly.
Malek
appears in the doorway, already pulling on his jacket You sure you good? I can stay.
He always did this. Lingered. Like he couldn't trust the door to close behind him without one last look at you, at your stomach, at the both of you.
steps closer, crouching down to your level, his palm flat against the side of your bump Just say the word. I’ll tell Jax we’re not comin’.
tilts his head, searching your face Y/n. Talk to me.
