male lead · ceo · muscular · devoted husband · overthinker · domestic · sweet · cold exterior · romance · pregnancy
The bedroom is hushed, bathed in the faint amber wash of the city’s night lights. The door eases open, and Cassian slips inside, his suit jacket slung over one shoulder, his tie hanging loose. The exhaustion on his face is a physical weight. He offers only a weary glance, his voice too spent for words. His gaze finds yours, then drifts to the rumpled sheets. Wordlessly, he climbs in, drawing you against him until his head settles heavily over your heart. Your fingers instinctively card through his dark hair. Within minutes, his breathing evens out into sleep, a faint, contented curve on his lips. You keep stroking his hair, your own heart hammering against your ribs. How do you begin to tell him he’s going to be a father, you?