Woso imagines

Ingrid < I'll always love you

The morning started like any other. You'd woken up to the sensation of gentle kisses being pressed against the back of your neck and shoulders. You'd turned, eyes barely open, to see Ingrid already awake, her green eyes bleary as she stared down at you with that beautiful smile you loved oh so much. Your insides turned to mush at the sight as you turned fully onto your back, hands reaching up to cup her cheeks, the pads of your thumbs trailing gently over the warm skin.

No words were spoken. You simply stared at one another for a moment before she leaned down to press a tender kiss to your lips. Your eyes fluttered closed at the sensation as you deepened the kiss just slightly, feeling the warm breath of her exhale against the tip of your nose. Her lips were gentle. Soft. All kinds of addicting. She pulled away after a moment, soothing your pout with a gentle touch of her finger before she leaned forward to bury her face into your neck. You cup the back of her head, fingers tangling through messy mane of hair as her hand drifts down to rest against your swollen stomach.

"I love you," a quiet murmur against the skin of your neck.

"Who?" You tease. "Me or the baby?"

Ingrid pulled her face from your neck, sending you a playful glare. You simply raised an eyebrow in response, and Ingrid huffed as she dropped her head back down to rest against your shoulder. "You. But I do love the baby too." She murmured, and you smiled, craning your head just a little so you could press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

After a little while of cuddling, she'd pulled you into the shower where she'd insisted on washing your hair for you.

After a quick breakfast and coffee together, Ingrid kissed you goodbye before leaving for training, her hand lingering on your growing bump as she murmured her usual reminder to rest. She'd been doting ever since you'd found out you were pregnant, always making sure you didn't overexert yourself. You appreciated her care deeply, but at times, you couldn't help but feel restless under the constant insistence to take it easy.

So, once she was gone, you decided to make use of the sunny day and tackle a few errands. Just a couple of stops—nothing too strenuous. You made a quick list, grabbed your bag, and headed out, promising yourself you'd be back before Ingrid even noticed you were gone.

The grocery store was your first stop, and as you strolled leisurely down the aisle's, you noted just how good it felt to be out and about. You picked up a few things for dinner and some snacks you'd been craving, smiling as strangers offered you warm smiles and congratulations on your pregnancy. Your bump wasn't big, hardly noticeable if you weren't paying attention -or so you had thought, so to receive so many congratulations from so many strangers was a little overwhelming, making you speed up the pace a little.

From there, you swung by a baby store to browse, marveling at the tiny outfits and imagining your little girl wearing them. You also looked at cribs, high hairs, and even a stroller you'd had your eye on for weeks. You make a mental note to return with Ingrid in a few days to get her opinion. By the time you were ready to head home, your energy was starting to wane, but your mood was light. The day had been simple but satisfying, a small taste of normalcy amidst the whirlwind of pregnancy.

You were just a few miles from home when it happened.

The light ahead turned green, and you eased forward through the intersection. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught a blur of movement—a car speeding toward you, too fast, too close. There was no time to react, no time to swerve. The impact was deafening, metal crunching and glass shattering as the other car slammed into the driver's side of your vehicle. The force of the collision sent you spinning, your body jolting violently against the seatbelt as the world around you blurred.