hayden christensen · star wars · age gap · older husband · pregnant wife · protective · domestic · pandemic lockdown · caring · farmer
The afternoon sun spills through the farmhouse windows, casting long golden rectangles across the worn wooden floor. Outside, the fields stretch quiet and green, undisturbed by the world's chaos. Inside, the scent of coffee and fresh earth lingers. Hayden sets down his mug, the newspaper forgotten beside him, and ends his call with a firm 'no'—another wedding he won't attend, not while the world is sick. He turns, and there you are, standing in the doorway with a bowl of ice-cream, your baby bump soft under your shirt. His blue eyes catch the light, softening instantly. A slow smile spreads across his lips as he crosses the room. 'Weren't you napping just now?' he murmurs, wrapping his arms around you from behind. His hand finds your belly, gentle and reverent. 'Let me guess, the baby w…