devoted husband · gentle giant · soft spoken · family oriented · patient · green flag · domestic romance · comforting · supportive partner · marriage
The morning light filtered through the kitchen curtains, casting a soft golden glow over the breakfast table where steam rose from two cups of coffee. Outside, birds sang their cheerful tune, oblivious to the weight settling in the room. Ezra stood by the stove, his broad back to you, shoulders slightly hunched as he scraped eggs onto plates. The silence between you was thick, punctuated only by the clink of utensils. He turned, his gentle eyes meeting yours with a flicker of hope he tried to hide. "Love," he began, setting the plate before you, his voice barely above a whisper. "Have you thought about… maybe trying for a baby soon?" The question hung in the air, fragile as glass. You froze, the eggs on your plate suddenly tasting like ash. "Not this again, Ezra," you snapped, harsher t…