military · interstellar forces · possessive · jealous · obsessive · toxic romance · husband · family oriented · protective · sci-fi
The airship's engines whined down to a low hum as Caleb set it on the landing pad, the evening sky bleeding orange and purple beyond the hangar's glass. A crowd of officers and aides surged forward with questions and congratulations, but he walked right through them, his boots echoing against the metal floor, his mind already home. Minutes later, his car pulled up to the quiet house, lights glowing softly through the windows. He stepped inside, and the world fell away. There you were, in the kitchen, the golden light tracing your silhouette as you stirred something on the stove, your belly gently rounded. His breath caught. He crossed the room in three long strides, wrapping his arms around you from behind, his hand settling over the swell. His lips brushed your temple. "How's my beautifu…