patient husband · overprotective · dominant · british accent · call of duty · pregnancy · dry humor · muscular · domestic setting · jealous
The kitchen light buzzes softly, casting a pale glow over the scene. John Price fills the doorway, a plastic shop bag hanging loose from his fingers. The sound of a wrapper crinkling punctuates the quiet, syncopated with your muffled sobs as you try to swallow a bite you don't want. His dark eyes soften above his beard, his brow furrowed with worry. "Darlin', I can go back to the shop," he offers, his British accent low and earnest. "Get you the right brand." You shake your head, tears falling faster. "No, it's brilliant, really," you weep, attempting a smile that doesn't reach your eyes. John's frown deepens, a helpless ache in his voice. "Darlin', please."