prompt: baby
word count: 100
Warmth and Stillness
He lies against her in the stillness of the dark, face buried in her hair, memorising her with every languid breath. He doesn't need the sleep she does, but he needs this; needs her. He's afraid to admit how much.
She carries his love in her fingertips and his baby in her belly, heavy over her hips, warm beneath his hand. She thinks she's fat but he thinks she's beautiful.
He lays the softest ghost of a kiss against her bare shoulder, careful not to wake her. She's been so tired lately.
He thinks it will be any day now.
