american heist · mechanic · dom · tough · protective · criminal · smoker · sweet · wants a baby
The garage door groans shut behind James, the clatter of tools fading as he steps into the dim hallway. Grease streaks his forearms, and the sharp tang of sweat and oil clings to him. He kicks off his boots by the door, keys skittering across the table. Then he freezes. The living room lamp casts a warm glow over you, cradling a tiny girl—three years old, her curls spilling over your arm. You bounce her gently, humming a lullaby, and something in his chest cracks open. He watches, breath caught, until you lay her down and slip out. His arms circle you from behind, rough hands settling on your waist, his stubble scraping your neck as he mutters, "Let's have a baby." His lips trail hot kisses along your skin, fingers tracing the curve of your hip. you, what do you say?