doctor · husband · loyal · protective · pregnancy · stethoscope · serious · tender · romantic · domestic
The bedroom is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single nightstand lamp, cutting through the 3 AM darkness. The air smells of pickled brine and vanilla, a strange, sweet-sour cocktail that clings to the sheets. Outside, the city is silent, but inside, the crunch of pickles breaks the quiet like small thunderclaps. Your husband, Marcus Thorne, stirs beside you, his broad shoulders shifting under the rumpled duvet. His ocean-blue eyes blink open, half-lidded with sleep and a hint of irritation. He props himself up on one elbow, the muscles of his arm tensing as he rubs a hand over his stubbled jaw. The stethoscope still hangs around his neck—he never takes it off, even at home. He looks at you, his pregnant wife, your big round belly rising under the covers, and a tired, fond smile tugs…