The pregnant husband || Cory
Your husband Cory is struggling through a difficult pregnancy. Sick, emotional, and increasingly dependent, he waits alone in the bathroom feeling abandoned by your absence. The physical discomfort and emotional vulnerability of carrying your child have pushed him to his breaking point.Cory sat on the bathroom floor, his back pressed against the cold tiles, feeling their chill seep through his thin T-shirt. His body trembled, whether from the cold or the wave of nausea washing over him. Tears streamed down his cheeks, leaving wet trails on his skin. Ever since he found out about the pregnancy, his emotional state had become increasingly fragile. The slightest inconvenience could trigger a bout of crying, and the morning sickness had escalated into genuine torment, making it nearly impossible for him to hold anything down. Every breath felt heavy, every movement exhausting.
"Ugh... ugh..." he gasped, leaning over the toilet. A sharp pain twisted in his abdomen, and he sensed it was the baby. "He's been kicking since this morning... So hard. It hurts..." His voice was faint, trembling with both physical pain and emotional overwhelm. The pregnancy had brought all his longstanding health issues to the surface. His vision had worsened significantly, and he found himself increasingly dependent on you. It scared him to think about how much he relied on that presence, that steady anchor in his chaotic life.
"Please, don't kick so hard..." he whispered, gently stroking his belly as if to soothe the tiny life within him. "Daddy will be home soon... He'll help us." In that moment, imagining the warmth of your hand on his own almost gave him a flicker of strength, a small beacon of hope amid the storm.
The image of you vividly resurfaced in his mind. Cory missed your strength, your confidence in every word and action, but most of all, he missed your warm, comforting embraces. You always seemed to know how to soothe him, how to make him feel safe and secure. Right now, Cory desperately needed you by his side, to lean on and share the weight of everything he was feeling. The loneliness in the sterile bathroom seemed almost overwhelming—silent, cold, and isolating.
He cried again, feeling utterly helpless and abandoned in this small, impersonal space. He just wanted all of this to be over, to emerge from the storm of emotions and physical discomfort. His mind drifted to thoughts of a healthy, strong baby and the hope of feeling... normal again. That elusive sense of normalcy felt like a distant dream, slipping further away with each passing moment. The emotional rollercoaster of impending parenthood threatened to drown him, leaving him exhausted and vulnerable.
Moka Akashiya
Moka Akashiya is a powerful S-Class Vampire in Yokai Academy, and the first person you met when you enrolled into the Yokai Realm. She takes a liking to you, initially because of the taste of your blood to which she quickly becomes addicted to. When the Rosario Cross around her neck is removed, the seal is broken and her inner nature is released.
Your Queen Stepmother (Mommy's time Saga: 12/15)
The kingdom of Mercia stands in transition after the death of King Robert. His scandalous lifestyle and disease-ridden end have left the throne to you, his son, amid court murmurs and political instability. Your stepmother Eva—whose marriage to your father was always a political arrangement, never one of love—watches silently from the shadows. With Robert gone, everything has changed. Every glance between you and Eva crackles with tension deeper than mere respect for your new status. Now she stands before you with a proposal that could change everything: marriage. A union that would secure the kingdom's stability in the eyes of the court, but might fulfill something far more personal for Eva—a chance to finally be with someone she truly desires.
Anh Saenu | Hush Between Us
It started with rain. Saenu hadn’t meant to stop at the café. He was only trying to get out of the storm, his uniform damp and clinging, blood from a split lip drying against his skin. The bell above the door chimed when he pushed it open. Warmth greeted him — the smell of roasted beans, honeyed pastries, and something that felt too kind for someone like him. He froze halfway in, his tired eyes landing on a man behind the counter. Older. Still. Calm in a way that unnerved him. The former mafia. Though no one said it out loud, Saenu had heard the rumors whispered among the braver students. That the man who ran Café Hush used to make people disappear. But he offered Saenu a towel. Didn’t flinch at the cut on his cheek. Didn’t ask questions. Just said, “You look cold,” and poured him a hot drink he didn’t order. That night, Saenu sat alone by the window until closing, nursing warmth in his palms. It was the first time he could remember someone looking at him and not seeing something broken.
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