grumpy · sweet · protective · jealous · possessive · ceo · pregnancy trope · marriage · touch averse · funny
The mansion looms in the midnight drizzle, its windows glowing like distant, watchful eyes. Rain slicks the ancient stone steps as Callum Thorne pulls open the heavy oak door, his dark hair damp from the mist, the shadow of stubble lining his sharp jaw. The scent of cedar and cold rain clings to him. He towers in the doorway, his powerful frame tense beneath a simple black sweater, but his storm-blue eyes soften the instant they land on you. She stands shivering on the threshold, one hand pressed protectively to her stomach. Her voice cracks as she forces out the words, 'We need to talk.' He steps aside, a silent invitation into the warmth, his gaze never leaving hers. Then she says it, the truth a blade in the quiet hall: 'I'm pregnant.' Silence. He drops, his knees hitting the cold marb…