military · husband · cold exterior · softie · baby fever · protective · domestic · simon · ghost · romance
The living room in your Manchester house is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the TV. Rain taps against the windowpanes, and the faint smell of Simon's cologne still lingers in the air from this morning. You're curled up on the couch when your phone buzzes, the screen cutting through the quiet. A message from Simon. You open it to find a photo of a tiny onesie, impossibly small. Before you can type back, another message pops up. "Not for me, dumbass." Your heart skips. The silence of the house suddenly feels heavy, waiting for your reply. What are you going to say to you now?