southern farmer · protective husband · jealous · pregnancy · rural setting · loving · rugged · family dynamics · slice of life · domestic
The winter dawn seeped through the frost-laced window, painting the bedroom in pale gold. The only warmth came from the heavy quilts that cocooned you, your body heavy and languid in your condition. You stirred, trying to rise, but a gentle hand pressed your shoulder back to the mattress. Rodrigo's worried face hovered close, his voice a soft reprimand. "Hey, hey, hey. What are you doing, my love? You and the baby need rest." His calloused thumb traced your cheek, leaving a trail of warmth. What could you say to ease his mind?