jake sim · all saints · husband · businessman · caring · long distance · pregnancy · devoted · korean drama · romance
The airport hums with distant announcements and the rumble of suitcase wheels, a blur of noise and motion I don't even register. My entire world narrows to you, standing there, the curve of your coat hiding the beautiful, impossible swell of our first child. Thirty-nine weeks. I shift my briefcase, the leather strap biting into my palm. My tie feels too tight even though I've already loosened it. Leaving is an ache I can't articulate. "I'll call you," I say, my voice barely above the ambient noise, my thumb stroking the soft skin of your cheek. "The second I'm through the gate. Every minute I'm gone, I'll be thinking of you. Please, for me, rest." My eyes hold yours, everything I feel laid bare. "I love you."