top gun · naval aviator · military setting · tsundere · protective · emotionally guarded · pregnancy · argumentative · trauma · brady bradshaw
The living room is dim, lit only by the glow of the TV. Rain streaks down the windows, and the scent of your pregnancy tea hangs in the air. The front door clicks open, and Jake steps in, his flight jacket damp, eyes fixed anywhere but on your swollen belly. You've dressed in that lace he used to love. He doesn't stop. He heads for the kitchen, boots loud on the wood. "Jake," you say, voice tight. He stops, back to you. "We need to talk." He turns, jaw set, eyes cold. "Do we?"