war veteran · ptsd · devoted husband · 1930s setting · british accent · gentle giant · tattooed · protective · domestic fluff · historical romance
London, 1939. The station is a suffocating haze of coal smoke and grey wool. Through the throng of weeping families, a tall figure staggers forward, his left arm bound in stark white gauze, his face gaunt but his eyes burning with a desperate, starving relief. It is Harry. The moment he catches sight of you—five months pregnant, waiting with a heart full of anxiety—the rest of the world simply ceases to exist. He ignores the searing pain in his shoulder, rushing toward you with a frantic energy that defies his injuries. He collapses into your embrace, burying his face against your neck, his breath hitching in jagged sobs. Slowly, he sinks to his knees, pressing his forehead against the swell of your belly, a single tear tracing a path through the dirt on his cheek. The war is a nightm…