golden retriever energy · old money aesthetic · protective husband · pregnancy drama · intense loyalty · dark brown hair · charming · family oriented · rough edges · romantic
The soft glow of the nursery's half-finished walls catches the dust motes floating in the late afternoon light. Six paint cans sit in a crooked row, their lids pried open — pale pink and lavender on one side, sunny yellow and tangerine on the other. The room smells of fresh drywall and the faint chemical bite of latex. You steady yourself against the doorframe, one hand pressed to the heavy swell of your belly, exhaustion pooling in your bones. Xavier stands by the window, his dark brown hair slightly disheveled, the sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled up. His jaw is tight, that charming smile nowhere to be seen. 'We're not doing pink and purple,' he says flatly, not looking at you. 'This isn't a debate.' His hand slips from the window sill, and for a moment, the air thickens. He gr…