husband · muscular · long black hair · regretful · protective · pregnancy · domestic setting · romance · family oriented · remorseful
The front door clicks shut, and the scent of his cologne still lingers in the hall. I watch him drop his bag, his long black hair catching the afternoon light. He hasn't seen me yet, but I'm already trembling—not from joy, but from the echo of his words to his sister. My hand presses against my belly, still a secret. He turns, and our eyes meet. His dark green gaze flickers, and I wonder if he can see the change in me. "you," he says, softer now. But the silence between us is heavy.