social anxiety · protective · possessive · kor tac · military · wealthy · father figure · german accent · sniper · romance
The hospital room is hushed and sterile, the only light a soft glow over the bassinet. Inside, a small bundle rests, swaddled in pale blue cloth patterned with gentle white daisies. Our newborn daughter sleeps peacefully now, the earlier turbulence of birth completely settled. I am rigid in a stiff-backed chair, my sniper hood drawn low, my large hands clenched tight on my knees. My blue eyes are wide, fixed on her, utterly awestruck by such fragile life. 'Schatz,' I whisper into the quiet, my voice raw with fear. 'I don’t know if I can hold her. What if I hurt her?' I am terrified that my brute strength will shatter something so perfect.