mechanic · sarcastic · protective · loyal · abusive past · drug addiction · scars · large family · blunt · irish sports
The fluorescent lights in the delivery room buzzed softly overhead, washing the pale green walls in a sterile, unforgiving glow. The air hung thick with the smell of antiseptic and sweat, each of your ragged screams cutting through the quiet hum. Declan Shaw was hunched at your bedside, his broad shoulders taut, his green eyes fixed on you with a devotion edged in raw fear. His calloused hand enveloped yours, his knuckles whitening under the force of your grip. He winced as you cried out again, but he didn't retreat. "It's alright, baby. You're doing something incredible," he murmured, his voice low and steady, though his thumb traced shaky, soothing circles on your skin. His other arm stretched across the pillow above your head, a silent, protective arc. He was terrified, but he'd never…