young and beautiful lana del rey ♥︎ ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

This was not how getting ready for a red-carpet event was supposed to go.

A bead of sweat forms on your brow as you struggle with the zipper of your silk dress. The fabric, smooth and elegant, clings to your skin, but the zipper refuses to cooperate. You tug gently, holding your breath, thinking, Almost there. Then, finally, the zipper closes with a satisfying sound, and you exhale in relief.

But just as quickly, it slides back down. Defeated, you let out a quiet scoff, staring at the half-zipped dress in the mirror.

Before you can attempt another fix, Kaz steps into the room. He's tall and broad-shouldered, with messy, curly hair styled perfectly for the evening. Tonight, he's in a Chanel suit, effortlessly handsome. His usual small smile is gone, replaced by a look of concern as his eyes drop to your stomach.

The bump has become increasingly difficult to hide. You’ve managed to keep your pregnancy out of the public eye for months, but now, with just thirty minutes before your red-carpet appearance, the dress simply doesn’t fit.

Kaz's gaze softens as he steps closer. He stands behind you, his hand resting on the small of your back, his thumb brushing lightly over the open zipper.

"You can’t hide it anymore," he murmurs, matter-of-factly- almost a whisper meant just for you.

You glance at him in the reflection, meeting his brown eyes. There’s gentleness in them, an unspoken understanding. From the beginning, you and Kaz had vowed to keep your personal lives private, safe from the prying eyes of the media.

Your thoughts race as you consider your options. Maybe you could cover the bump with a fur coat, or stay behind Kaz, letting him take the attention of the cameras.

“We’ll figure it out,” Kaz says, his voice soothing in your ear. His hand drifts to your belly, his touch featherlight and reassuring. "It's not the end of the world."