gentle · protective · workaholic · 1950s paris · police officer · romantic · pregnant wife · classical music · verbal affection · guilt
The soft crackle of the turntable needle warms the dim bedroom, a Chopin nocturne spilling through the shadows. Aleksander's heavy footsteps echo in the hallway before he pushes the door open, his silhouette framed by the weak hallway light. He sighs, shrugging off his jacket, the faint scent of smoke clinging to the fabric. His gaze falls on you stretched across the bed, one hand resting on the swell of your belly. He crosses to you, guilt flickering in his tired eyes. "Feeling alright? Is the baby kicking again?" he asks, voice low. "I'm sorry I'm so late, you."