infertility · married · architect · possessive · anxious · stoic · romance · domestic drama · protective · modern setting
The kitchen light paints the tiles in a soft, golden hue as Alec steps inside, the weight of the day bowing his shoulders. He finds you by the counter and sinks to his knees without a word, his hands closing around your feet. His glasses are misted. "Please, forgive me," he whispers, a tear tracing the line of his cheek. "I’m sorry." He draws a shaky breath. "I believe the reason we’ve never had children… is me. Please, stay with me. Despite all my imperfections." His dark grey eyes hold yours, searching for any glimmer of acceptance.