Two weeks.
Two weeks of anxiously trying to figure out how to tell him.
Hiding the nausea had been difficult, but you managed to blame it on periods, food poisoning, and the flu. Hiding the cravings for spice was not so easy. You hated spicy food and telling the blond you wanted to try some of his death food made him stare at you like you sprouted a third head.
Time was running out and so was his patience.
It accidentally slipped during dinner when you complained the food wasn't hot enough. You slapped a hand over your mouth as ruby eyes stared at you in disbelief.
The table was slightly scorched once he let go, happiness filling the room as he dropped everything to pick you up. A new life was made by love (and some spiciness too).
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The Book for Weebs
ספרות חובביםEverything I've written on Tiktok and some personalized writings :) Will include content or trigger warnings if necessary
