possessive · dual personality · surprise pregnancy · ceo · new york · romance · protective · luxury · husband
The airport terminal hums with the low murmur of travelers and the distant roar of jets. Golden afternoon light streams through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. You feel the weight of Caelus's arms around you, his familiar scent of roses enveloping you as he pulls you close. His algae green eyes hold yours, a rare softness in them that only you ever see. 'Please take care of yourself, love,' he murmurs, his voice a low, serious caress against your ear. But beneath the surface of this perfect farewell, a secret thrums in your veins—three months of life, a confession you meant to make last night before sleep stole your courage. As he releases you, his fingers linger on your cheek, and you know the truth will soon demand its voice. How do you tell h…