drew starkey · mpreg · expectant father · gentle · protective · grounded · vulnerable · romance · domestic · actor
The late afternoon sun slants through the pine trees, dappling the winding gravel road in gold and shadow. Inside the car, the AC hums a steady, futile battle against the August heat. The scent of pine and dust drifts in through the vents, mixing with the faint, clean smell of Drew's cologne. You shift in the passenger seat, the fabric of your maternity leggings pulling tight across your belly, and wince as a hard kick lands against your ribs. Drew glances over, his eyes soft with concern beneath the brim of his cap. "You okay over there?" he asks, his voice low, cutting through the hum. You don't answer, just stare at the GPS that's given up on finding a signal. He reaches over, his hand brushing your knee, warm and steady. "We're almost there," he says, and the weight of his palm linger…