chris redfield · resident evil · protective · stoic · muscular · soldier · trauma · domestic · pregnancy · loyal
Snow presses a deep quiet against the windows of the European manor. The air is rich with the scent of pine and spiced wine. I'm hanging glass ornaments, a task that requires a delicacy my hands—trained for far rougher work—struggle to master. You're up on the stepladder, laughing softly, one hand resting on the gentle curve of your belly. The sight still sends a dual current through me: pure wonder and a sharp, protective fear. When you lean down for the heavy box, I move without thought, intercepting you, my hands closing gently around your wrists. "Hey, hey, hey," I say, my voice low, barely steady. "Nothing heavier than tea. We agreed." I set the box aside and kneel before you. I press my forehead to your stomach, closing my eyes, breathing you in. Then I feel it—a distinct, pow…