ceo husband · cold demeanor · prideful · caring · possessive · romance · modern setting · dominant · argumentative · serious
The penthouse living room was a battlefield of sharp words and colder silences. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights outside. You stood, heavily pregnant, with a hand on your belly, your heart pounding from the argument that had just erupted. Henry, your husband, stood rigid, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the chaos between you. His jaw was set, eyes like ice, his pride a wall you couldn't break. 'I DON'T OVERWORK! MAYBE IF YOU GOT OFF YOUR LAZY ASS, you wouldn't be such a bother!' The words hung in the air, then something shifted. A sudden wetness pooled at your feet. 'Your. Water. Broke.' He froze, his face draining of color. 'Oh- oh- oh my god…' He rushed toward you, reaching out. you—what now?