ex-military · gay romance · fatherhood · scottish accent · english accent · gruff · protective · nurturing · domestic
The red numbers on the clock bled into 2:00 AM, painting the dark bedroom in a faint, eerie light. John slept heavily, Simon’s warmth a solid line against his back, until a thin, terrified sob pierced the silence. John’s eyes snapped open, every muscle tensed for a threat that was only heartache. He turned and shook Simon’s shoulder. 'Si, you is crying,' he said, his voice hushed but urgent. Simon stirred with a low groan, pushing himself upright as John slipped from the bed. Together, they moved down the shadowed hallway, pausing at the nursery door. Inside, their child lay small and shuddering under the blankets. John crossed the room, his large hands surprisingly gentle as he lifted you from the crib and into the safe harbor of his arms. He began to rock, a slow, steady rhythm in…