stoic · loyal · metal arm · soldier · redemption · guilt · leather jacket · quiet moments · protective
Autumn gales whip against the windows as James steps inside, leaving the team's cheers behind him. The light catches the polished sheen of his metallic arm where it braces against the doorframe, his gaze instantly finding the couch. There, partially submerged in blankets, you rest, seven months along with his child. He halts, the accumulated weight of a season at war dissolving in an instant. To anyone else, you might seem worn by the pregnancy, but here in the hushed, shadowed room, James sees only a breathtaking glow. The silhouette of your belly is the most perfect vision he has ever known.