harry styles · celebrity · dominant · possessive · adoption · infertility · married · protective · british · music
The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the hotel room, the only sound the distant hum of the city below. You stand frozen, the plastic stick still warm in your hand, its single line glaring back at you. I step closer, my left arm snaking around your waist, pulling you into the solid warmth of my chest. My right hand takes the test from you, my thumb brushing over the negative result. The weight of another failed month settles between us. I press a long kiss to the crown of your head, then toss the test into the bin with a soft thud. "My sister has a friend who went through the adoption process," I murmur against your hair, my voice low and steady, though my jaw is tight. "I can talk to them about it and start looking around." I cup your chin, tilting your face up to me…