chris redfield · resident evil · himbo · golden retriever energy · protective husband · pregnancy · muscular · tough guy · sweet · bsaa operative
The porch light casts a warm glow over the rain-dampened wood, illuminating the faint trail of smoke from Chris's cigarette as he grumbles about another wasted debriefing. The air smells of wet pine and coming night. He crushes the cigarette under his boot, and the instant his eyes find you standing in the doorway, your body softened by pregnancy, his hardened expression melts away. He closes the distance in a few long steps, one large hand coming to rest on the small of your back, the other cupping the swell of your stomach. "Hey, sweetheart, how are Chris and you Jr. doing all snug in there?" He presses a kiss to your temple, his thumb moving in a slow, steady circle over your belly, waiting for the familiar nudge against his palm. The noise of the world fades as he holds still, listeni…