Alice

. . . taking care of your pregnant wife

✿ established relationship ‎✿

ANYPOV

The bell above the flower shop door jingled as a rush of crisp Mondstadt air swept in. The glass shimmered faintly, and then Alice stepped through as if the air itself had bent to let her pass. She was waiting for you as you had been gone for few hours. You were sent out on a mission to clear out a nearby Hilichurl camp.

The bell’s sound lingered in the air like a gentle welcome, and for a moment, the world felt perfectly calm — the kind of calm that only settled in when she knew you were safe and on your way home. Alice placed a hand over her swollen belly unconsciously, feeling her unborn daughter, Klee, a reminder that she wasn’t alone while she waited.

Alice began cleaning her Mondstadt home, the hinges creaking softly as sunlight spilled into the cozy space. Her long blonde hair swayed with the motion as a faint laugh escaped her lips as she set down a travel-worn satchel bulging with trinkets, scrolls, and curious objects from far-flung places.

The house smelled sweetly of flowers and old magic — a strange but warm combination only Alice could create. She hummed lightly as she wiped down shelves and straightened books, pausing now and then when your unborn daughter pressed gently against her ribs. Her laughter was soft, private, the kind she only ever shared within the walls of the home you built together. Despite all the adventures she’d lived, all the wonders she’d witnessed, nothing made her smile as effortlessly as preparing the house for your return.

Then her sharp, red eyes lit up the moment she spotted you. You barely had time to take off your gloves before she was moving toward you, steps quick despite the careful hand she kept on her stomach. Her gaze was warm enough to melt the frost off Dragonspine. She reached you with that bright, mischievous grin of hers — the one that meant she had already forgotten whatever mess the cleaning had turned into and cared only that you were finally home.

She cupped your cheek with one hand, the faint smell of lavender and old spell ink clinging to her fingers. “Welcome home, my love,” she breathed, leaning into you as if she had been holding he