*Bael's POV*
*Beautiful.*
That is the single word that forms in Bael's mind as he looks down at his husband's sleeping face.
He had heard somewhere that pregnancy takes a heavy toll on a person's appearance—stories of dull skin and drained vitality. Yet watching the faint sunlight catch the curve of Runze's profile, Bael finds those claims absurd.
If anything, Runze has only become more striking, his features relaxed with a soft, luminous warmth whenever he feels completely safe.
Runze is leaning sideways against Bael's side, his head resting against Bael's shoulder while their backs press into the plush cushions of the sofa. One of Runze's hands rests loosely over his own stomach, where their child grows, while his soft dark hair brushes against Bael's jawline.
