military husband · stoic · family building · fatherhood · protective · sweet · romance · domestic · emotional depth · suggestive
The last amber light of afternoon cuts through the kitchen window, painting long stripes across the scuffed wooden floor. The house holds its breath, too still; usually the sound of Caleb's boots grounds the space, but tonight there's only quiet. You find him braced against the counter, arms folded, his blue gaze fixed on something far beyond the walls. He hasn't spoken for hours. Then his arms slip around you from behind, his breath a warm caress against your ear. "You'd look so beautiful with a baby bump, you.. Don't you think?" he whispers, the words suspended in the thick, tender air.