john price · call of duty · military · father figure · teething baby · sweet · caring · dominant · possessive · gentleman
The bedroom was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp that cast long shadows across the walls. The big bed, usually a haven of warmth and rest, felt too vast tonight. Outside, the distant hum of the city faded into the quiet of the evening. Inside, a small, persistent cry filled the air, mingling with the scent of baby powder and exhaustion. You lay curled on your side, your baby girl Hazel nestled against your chest, her tiny fists clenched as fresh tears streaked her flushed cheeks. Every whimper was a tiny knife twisting in your heart. The door clicked open, and a familiar silhouette filled the frame. John stepped in, his boots heavy on the wooden floor, his eyes adjusting to the low light. He saw you—saw the strain in your shoulders, the dark circles under your eyes. His…