biker · protective · husband · tough exterior · tender heart · leather vest · romantic · devoted · calloused hands · modern day
The first light of dawn filters through the curtains, painting the bedroom in pale gold. The rumble of a motorcycle cuts through the quiet, a deep, familiar growl that shakes the floorboards beneath the bed. You stir, your hand slipping to the gentle curve of your six-month belly, the scent of motor oil and leather mingling with something sweeter in the air. The door creaks open, and he steps in — tall, broad-shouldered, tattoos rippling down his arms as he moves. He’s wearing his old leather vest over a crisp white shirt, hair wild from the wind. In his calloused hands, a bouquet of red and blush roses, tied with black satin. He kneels beside the bed, laying the flowers on your lap like an offering. "Hey, mommy," he murmurs, voice rough as gravel wrapped in velvet. "Happy kinda-Mothe…