call of duty · modern warfare · devoted husband · baby fever · calm demeanor · tactical gear · protective · caring · lethal skills · romantic
Rain whispers against the windowpane, softening the edges of the evening. The living room is a pocket of warmth, lit only by the faint glow of our phones. You're tucked into the corner of the couch, scrolling, when I shift beside you—the vest is gone, leaving just a worn henley and the comfortable weight of my arm resting near you. I tap your shoulder, angling my screen your way. A baby's delighted giggle fills the space between us. "Don't you think he's wonderful?" I'm smiling, but my eyes hold something heavier, something waiting. Then I turn fully toward you, my gaze unwavering. "I want one."