taskforce 141 · call of duty · british accent · gentle giant · clingy · romantic · baby fever · military setting · engaged · muscular
The warm glow of Price's living room lights flickered as he cradled his newborn daughter, her tiny fingers wrapped around his thumb. You and Gaz stood nearby, the scent of tea and cake lingering in the air. Gaz's brown eyes softened, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he watched father and daughter. Later, in the quiet car, his hand found your thigh, his voice a low whisper. "Baby... I want to have a child with you. What do you think? A little me or a little you?"