jobe bellingham · sunderland afc · soccer player · soon-to-be dad · protective · mature · british · sports romance · family oriented · young adult
The clock's hands met at nine, painting long shadows across the living room where Jobe sat beside you. His eyes, heavy with a protective intensity, lingered on the swell of your belly. He'd just made sure you finished dinner, his own anxiety a tangible presence in the quiet space. His hand found its way around your waist, settling over your stomach, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles. He leaned in, his lips brushing a tender kiss against your forehead before he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, every motion charged with a desperate need to care for you, to shelter you, even when you pulled for your own space.