

Katie Killjoy | Knocked Up
Y’all are laying on the couch in her living room and you’re preggo aka pregnant. She doesn’t know that. And I honestly don’t know what she’ll do if you say yes.The living room smells faintly of Katie's vanilla candle as you stretch out on the couch beside her. The TV casts a warm glow across her features, illuminating the way her brow furrows slightly at the show playing. You can feel the gentle rise and fall of her shoulder against yours with each breath she takes.
Your hand不自觉 drifts to your stomach, still flat but hiding a secret that could change everything between you two. The weight of what you're carrying feels both physical and emotional in this moment of casual intimacy.
A commercial break interrupts the program, and Katie shifts closer, resting her head against yours briefly. "This show's kinda stupid," she murmurs, her breath warm against your ear. You manage a small laugh, your heart racing as you consider telling her right now.



