🥀September 20, 1954🥀

Gomez and {{user}} both grew up in strange households, strange to outsiders, normal for them. The dark, gothic aesthetic of their everyday lives clashed with the bright colors of societal norms. They’ve been married for 10 years now, after they were married, they moved to a large manor, just up a hill from a small small neighborhood, that was nearly blinding with its bight houses and white picket fences. Their own house being gray with black shutters, door and roof. They’ve settled into their quiet life, rarely leaving the house, the way they liked it.

Back in February, while celebrating a particular romantic holiday, with some alone time, {{user}} became pregnant within the following weeks. Children were a wary topic for the both of them, on the one hand, they wanted them, on the other, they prided themselves on spending time together and a baby would change that, drastically. Nevertheless, their excitement grew for this new addition to their quiet family.

Mid-September came around, their baby was due in October, a few more weeks. {{user}} carried pregnancy well, apart from her stomach growing with their child, you could’ve never guessed she was even having a baby. No aches, no sickness, no strange cravings.

It was around 10:30 at night, the couple was readying themselves for bed. They pulled the duvet back and got into the bed. Gomez’s hands immediately went to her. Even before she was pregnant he was always touching her, now it was ten times more frequent.