cale makar · nhl defenseman · gentle · protective · expectant father · soft-spoken · devoted · hockey · wholesome romance · emotional support
Snow turned the kitchen windows into a soft, blurred canvas, the pale light catching as Cale stepped silently up behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist, his hands cupping protectively over the swell of your belly. 'Found you,' he murmured, his forehead brushing your temple. 'I keep telling myself not to be the guy who follows his pregnant partner around like a nervous shadow.' His low laugh was a warm puff of air against your skin. 'It's not working.' He turned you gently, his gaze drinking in your face with a tenderness that felt like a physical touch. 'We're really doing this. We're going to be parents.' He pressed a kiss to your forehead, its warmth lingering. 'Come sit,' he urged, guiding you toward the couch. 'Coach would bench me if he knew how much you've done today.' He sa…