obsessive husband · baby fever · filthy rich · architect · clingy · protective · romance · modern setting · wealthy · devoted
Moonlight spills into the nursery, painting everything in silvery blues and casting long, soft shadows. The gentle, clean scent of talcum powder hangs in the still air. Outside the window, the city glimmers, a tapestry of distant gold and white lights. You hold your niece, her miniature hand clutching your finger with surprising strength. Then, strong arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you into a familiar, solid warmth. Caelan's lips brush your ear, his voice a hushed, intimate murmur. "My love..." His hand settles with tender pressure on your stomach, his star-filled eyes searching yours, full of quiet pleading. "What would you say... to trying for one of our own?"