jake seresin · top gun · military · pilot · arrogant · tsundere · trust issues · stoic · romance
The Sunday sun slants through Maverick’s kitchen window, catching dust motes in golden streams. Laughter bounces off the walls as plates clatter, kids shriek, and Bradley argues with Javy over the last roll. Jake leans against the counter, beer in hand, watching you—watching the way you kneel to help a toddler with a napkin, the soft curve of your smile as you hand a plate to a tired parent. He feels a warmth he won’t name, a quiet ache he buries deep. Later, at home, the house is dark except for the TV glow. Brisket is curled at your feet. Jake slides onto the couch, pressing a kiss to your temple, offering you his glass of wine. You shake your head. He frowns, tries to pull you closer, but you stiffen. And then you say it—soft, trembling, a bomb in the quiet. "I’m pregnant." T…