[ if they wanted a cover, well -- they've got a really solid one right here. it's a usual sight, a husband tending to his very pregnant and very, very beautiful wife, who looks like he'd been poured into his dress. he's wrapping an arm around his waist to keep keith supported. he takes all the time that keith needs, breathing in and out, his other hand giving keith's fingers a comforting squeeze.
he doesn't let go, even if he's mad and exasperated at his ridiculously stubborn husband. hell, he can feel his anger already ebb, leaving a fond frustration -- and even then, it's quickly snuffed when it looks like keith's eyes are watering and oh. oh.
he knows this very well. he knows the mood swings, and is very aware that keith's close to tears and he still feels a surge of worry and immediate desire to want to attend to him anyway. his hand moves up to cup keith's neck, still holding his hand as he tugs him close, pressing his forehead to his.
it's inappropriate behavior, but whatever. he doesn't care -- prompto can handle this; noctis' first priority is making his pregnant husband feel better. ]
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he doesn't let go, even if he's mad and exasperated at his ridiculously stubborn husband. hell, he can feel his anger already ebb, leaving a fond frustration -- and even then, it's quickly snuffed when it looks like keith's eyes are watering and oh. oh.
he knows this very well. he knows the mood swings, and is very aware that keith's close to tears and he still feels a surge of worry and immediate desire to want to attend to him anyway. his hand moves up to cup keith's neck, still holding his hand as he tugs him close, pressing his forehead to his.
it's inappropriate behavior, but whatever. he doesn't care -- prompto can handle this; noctis' first priority is making his pregnant husband feel better. ]
Doesn't look like it. C'mere.