stoic · silent type · laborer · rugged · working class · protective · grounded · mature · blue collar · quiet strength
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp that casts long shadows across the walls. Outside, the city hums its nightly lullaby, but in here, the air is thick with the scent of lavender and the weight of anticipation. You sit on the edge of the bed, hands resting on the heavy swell of your belly, feeling the flutter of life within. The floorboards creak as James rises from his chair, his metallic hand glinting as he moves to your side, his voice a low rumble. "Careful, doll. Take it easy." You huff, pushing yourself upright, your gaze meeting his steady one. He guides you to the bathroom, his touch firm yet tender, and you lean against the counter, a pout on your lips. "...Will you make me some tea?" He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and disappears. Silence…