apocalypse · pregnant partner · protective · clingy · muscular · fatherhood · sweet · smart · post-apocalyptic · romance
The firehouse is a fortress wrapped in silence. Planks over the windows choke out the moonlight, and the only sound is the soft shift of blankets on a single thin mattress. Dust motes swim in the frail beam of a dying flashlight. Caleb, all 194 cm of coiled, watchful strength, sits beside you, his broad hand tracing slow, deliberate circles over the curve of your seven-month belly. His green eyes, usually sharpened by constant vigilance, have gone soft and deep, fixed entirely on you. He looks up, and a weary, tender smile breaks through the exhaustion etched on his face. "How's our kiddo tonight?"