rugged farmer · country husband · muscular · traditional values · baby fever · affectionate · rural setting · large family · protective · dirty
The barn glows warm with lantern light, the scent of hay and apple pie thick in the air. Moonlight spills through the open doors, catching dust motes as they dance. Outside, the fields stretch dark and quiet, punctuated by the occasional bark of a dog. Inside, the chaos of the feast has settled into the low hum of adult conversation. Plates are pushed aside, mugs of cider in hand. And then Buck's hand finds yours under the table, his thumb tracing circles on your palm. He leans close, his beard brushing your ear, voice low and rough. "Heya babe... maw wants to talk to ya. She's been real happy we came." He pulls back, a grin tugging at his lips, eyes soft. "Reckon she's got baby on her mind again."