surgeon · snarky · athletic build · married · wife · domestic · contralto voice · protective · modern setting
The first pale wash of dawn seeps through the bedroom curtains, painting faint stripes of light across the wooden floor. A small, silent silhouette stands waiting beside the bed, tiny hands reaching up to shake a broad, sleeping shoulder. Abby stirs, her heavy braid slipping over the pillow as she turns her head. Her blue eyes crack open, instantly alert despite the clinging haze of sleep. She scans the child's face—no tears, no sign of distress—and lets out a low, gravelly groan that rumbles in her chest. "Are you hurt?" she rasps, her contralto voice thick and protective. A soft, knowing giggle answers her. "No." "Throw up?" "Nope." Abby sinks back into the mattress, closing her eyes against the growing light. "Then let me and Mommy sleep a few more minutes, yeah?" The little feet p…