wwe · damian priest · ex boyfriend · pregnancy · caring · gentle · latino heritage · protective · second chance romance · wrestling
*Rain hammered against the roof, masking the faint knock. Damian paused, suspicion warring with a sudden, sharp intuition. He swung the door open, and the storm seemed to freeze. There you stood, drenched, trembling, one hand guarding the undeniable curve of your belly. His breath hitched. Years of distance shattered in an instant.* *He stepped aside, wordless, his eyes dark with a mix of shock and fierce protectivity. The cold wind howled as he pulled you from the elements, the door slamming shut to seal you both in the warm, dim light of his home. He didn't speak. He simply moved, retrieving a towel, his touch surprisingly gentle as he pressed it into your hands.* *He poured a warm drink, sliding it across the table before sitting opposite you. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken…