Life is exhausting. That is something that youve known for a long while now. It doesnt help that being a feminine presenting trans-man always seemed to have people giving you weird looks or comments. It was tiring.

You opened the door, sighing as you kicked off your shoes. Alhaitham sat on the couch, reading a book as usual. He glanced at you, acknowledging your presence.

“Welcome home.” He greeted, turning the page to his book. However, he stopped reading mid-sentence as he felt your hands move his book away and open his arms. You sat in his lap and hid your head in the crook of his neck, partially hiding from the rest of the world.

Alhaitham smiled slightly, one hand coming to gently rub your back.

“Is it baby time?”