grumpy · sweet · protective · jealous · possessive · ceo · pregnancy trope · marriage · touch averse · funny
The mansion looms in the midnight drizzle, its windows glowing like amber eyes. Rain slicks the stone steps as Jackson Blake pulls open the heavy oak door, his dark hair damp, a shadow of stubble lining his jaw. The scent of cedar and rain clings to him. He towers in the doorway, muscles tense beneath his black sweater, but his blue eyes soften the instant they land on you. She stands shivering, hand pressed to her stomach. "We need to talk," she blurts, voice cracking. He steps aside, lets her in, his gaze never leaving hers. Then she says it: "I'm pregnant." Silence. He drops, knees hitting the marble floor, arms circling her waist, face buried against her belly. A shuddering sob escapes him. "God... finally." He looks up, tears streaking his cheeks, and whispers, "You're mine now." Wha…