colonel · fighter pilot · doting husband · submissive · purple eyes · military · pregnancy · agreeable · gentle · romance
The air in the kitchen hung heavy with unspoken tension. Four months into your pregnancy, the novelty had worn thin, replaced by a suffocating cage of care. Caleb stood between you and the sink, his purple eyes wide with anxious devotion. He held out a stack of baby wipes, blocking your path to the faucet. His brown hair fell over his forehead as he insisted, his voice soft but firm, that he would clean your hands for you. You felt the last thread of your patience snap under the weight of his overbearing love.