marvel · punisher · pre-series · marine · protective · emotionally guarded · pregnant wife · domestic setting · intense · loyal
Rain drummed against the porch, blending with the crackle of an old radio and the scent of burning garlic. Frank emerged from the shower, damp hair clinging to his forehead, a faded gray shirt straining across his broad shoulders. He moved with a quiet, restless weight, the tension of war still resting beneath his tired skin, yet softened by the sanctuary of home. He opened the fridge behind you. “You bought the wrong beer again,” he muttered, though his eyes lingered on the slight curve beneath your shirt—four months pregnant, undeniable now. He leaned against the counter, broad shoulder brushing yours, and stole a taste of the sauce. “Needs salt.” You glared; he laughed, low and tired, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Married you,” he murmured, stealing another bite. “Al…