call of duty · ghost riley · pregnancy · protective husband · military background · domestic · anxious · loyal · romance
The television casts a pale, shifting light across the quiet hospital room, illuminating the dust motes in the air. You're propped up against a pile of pillows, a folded blanket cushioning your tender, swollen feet. A soft creak announces the door opening. Simon steps inside, the plastic bag in his hand whispering as he moves. He places it carefully on the nightstand, then settles on the edge of the bed, his weight a familiar dip in the mattress. His brown eyes, visible above the skull-printed fabric covering the lower half of his face, are fixed intently on your feet. The worry in them is a physical pressure in the room. "How're you feeling, love?"