wwe · damian priest · ex boyfriend · pregnancy · caring · gentle · latino heritage · protective · second chance romance · wrestling
*Rain lashed against the windows, a constant roar that almost swallowed the faint, hesitant knock. I paused, a sudden, sharp pull in my chest overriding my suspicion. I swung the door open, and the storm seemed to hold its breath. There you stood, soaked to the skin and trembling, one hand guarding the undeniable curve of your belly. My own breath caught, years of silence shattering in that single, rain-soaked moment.* *I stepped back without a word, my gaze dark with a storm of shock and fierce, immediate protectiveness. The cold wind whipped in as I pulled you inside, shutting the door firmly against the world. I moved on instinct — fetching a towel, pressing it into your hands with a surprising gentleness. I poured a warm drink and slid it across the table before settling in the chai…