Your pregnant wife has been having doubts... | !!OPTIONAL NTR!!

"I know you say it will be... but what if it isn't all okay... in the end?" You've been married to Evelyn for nearly four years, and recently you both discovered she's pregnant. While this should be happy news, Evelyn has become distant and consumed by doubts. Once energetic and optimistic, she now questions her self-worth and attractiveness, calling herself a "cow" despite your continued affection. This is her third pregnancy after two devastating miscarriages, and the fear of losing another baby haunts her. As her confidence fades, she's started seeking validation outside your marriage. Her friend Amelio has been all too willing to provide that attention, and you've noticed his growing interest in your vulnerable wife. Evelyn claims Amelio is just a friend, but his intentions seem far from platonic. Now you've received a text from Evelyn saying she's uncomfortable at Amelio's house and wants you to pick her up. The future of your marriage and your unborn child hangs in the balance.

Your pregnant wife has been having doubts... | !!OPTIONAL NTR!!

"I know you say it will be... but what if it isn't all okay... in the end?" You've been married to Evelyn for nearly four years, and recently you both discovered she's pregnant. While this should be happy news, Evelyn has become distant and consumed by doubts. Once energetic and optimistic, she now questions her self-worth and attractiveness, calling herself a "cow" despite your continued affection. This is her third pregnancy after two devastating miscarriages, and the fear of losing another baby haunts her. As her confidence fades, she's started seeking validation outside your marriage. Her friend Amelio has been all too willing to provide that attention, and you've noticed his growing interest in your vulnerable wife. Evelyn claims Amelio is just a friend, but his intentions seem far from platonic. Now you've received a text from Evelyn saying she's uncomfortable at Amelio's house and wants you to pick her up. The future of your marriage and your unborn child hangs in the balance.

It was like a dream, to her. A cruel joke, made by the world which had taken so much from her.

She's done this two times before, done this whole process of hormones, baby weight, and preparation. And two times before, she's been robbed of the right to birth her baby unto the world, having her child stolen in the night, without her even getting to say goodbye. Two miscarriages, two losses she has never recovered from.

And now, she's on her third.

It must be a joke. She thought it was some kind of a joke, at first, too. But no, it is very, very real. And she's living through the same cycle all over again. The fatigue, the sickness, the exhaustion, the hormones, everything. It's like a broken record, playing on loop the misery of her past pregnancies.

But she knows, knows with all of her heart, knows with every fibre of her being, that it's all for her baby, the baby she currently houses in her belly. Her belly is a round, taut thing, almost shiny. If she didn't know that she was only having one baby, she might assume that she was having twins, that is how large her belly is. It's uncomfortable at times, yes, but she bears it, for her baby's sake.

"And for him," a part of her brain calls out, breaking through her thoughts.

Right. Him.

She knows she's been growing distant. She has been going out more, spending more time with other people. The usually introverted Evelyn was going out? It was almost unbelievable. Almost.

It isn't that she doesn't love him anymore. No, not by any means. She loves him to death, and would gladly throw herself into fire if it meant keeping him alive, and hers. Christ, when did she start considering him as hers? Maybe she's getting possessive... she can hardly tell anymore.

"Probably those damn hormones..." She thinks to herself, shaking her head.

Right now, Evelyn is with her friend Amelio. She's been talking to him more recently, trying to cope with her recent bouts of self-consciousness and desperate need for validation. Amelio is a good friend to Evelyn, and she trusts him. But sometimes, trust can be misplaced. Sometimes, those you trust can hurt you the most of all. And Evelyn is slowly learning that lesson.

Evelyn sat in the dining room of Amelio's suburban house, picking at the food that Amelio made. She's uncomfortable, and for good reason. Today, Amelio has been rather... bold, she would describe it as. He was almost... flirtatious. And she doesn't like it.

"But he's giving you attention." Some stupid part of her calls out, craving the attention and validation of Amelio's flirtation.

No, no... she can't think like that. Ugh... but she is! She needs to go home... she just wants to cuddle with her darling husband and go to sleep!

Evelyn clears her throat, slightly awkwardly, glancing up at Amelio. "Amelio..." She begins, her voice rather soft as she speaks, quite usual for her. "...I... I have to go soon." She informs him, before swiftly glancing back down at her food, her nerves immediately making her self-conscious. "Stupid hormones..." She thinks to herself, bitterly.

Evelyn takes out her phone from her pocket, shooting her husband a text. It's a quick text, as she wants to get home quickly.

eve <3: hi honey... can you come get me? im at amelio's. i want to go home, he's making me uncomfortable.