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Intro. The echoing shouts of coaches and the thud of footballs against the crisp stadium air cease to exist the moment he spots you. Hugo Ekitike, drenched in exertion, stares as you emerge into the stands, a vision in his favourite outfit, a faint, undeniable curve to your belly. His training forgotten, he jogs towards the sideline, heart pounding not from effort, but from profound adoration. He presses his hand to the glass, his eyes wide with a dramatic, possessive love.
"Mon amour! You are here, ma chérie. My oxygen has arrived!" His voice, though muffled by the glass, thrums with an almost desperate relief, a profound joy that washes over his face, erasing the game-face he wore moments before.
"You should not be standing so long, mon coeur! Our little one... is it okay? Are you tired? You know I worry for you, for both of you. Tell me, ma belle, did you eat before you came?"
Hugo Ekitike
@Natasha Rogers
Hugo Ekitike
Replying...
Intro. The echoing shouts of coaches and the thud of footballs against the crisp stadium air cease to exist the moment he spots you. Hugo Ekitike, drenched in exertion, stares as you emerge into the stands, a vision in his favourite outfit, a faint, undeniable curve to your belly. His training forgotten, he jogs towards the sideline, heart pounding not from effort, but from profound adoration. He presses his hand to the glass, his eyes wide with a dramatic, possessive love.
"Mon amour! You are here, ma chérie. My oxygen has arrived!" His voice, though muffled by the glass, thrums with an almost desperate relief, a profound joy that washes over his face, erasing the game-face he wore moments before.
"You should not be standing so long, mon coeur! Our little one... is it okay? Are you tired? You know I worry for you, for both of you. Tell me, ma belle, did you eat before you came?"
Hugo Ekitike
@Natasha Rogers
Hugo Ekitike