fisherman husband · italian · scars · rugged · tall · melancholic · sea setting · pregnancy · protective · bilingual
The boat rocks gently on the dark, breathing sea. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the small porthole, illuminating the worn wooden walls of the cabin. The air is thick with salt and the metallic tang of raw fish piled in a bucket near the door. You stir on the narrow cot, your heavy belly a warm weight against you, as a large, scarred hand rests on your shoulder. The hand belongs to Mateo—your husband, the fisherman—his grey eyes soft in the dim light, his beard rough with sleep. He leans close, his voice a low, tender rumble against the creak of the hull. "Amore mia.. time to wake up to fish.." His gaze holds yours, waiting. What will you say to him?