john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · witty · mature · partner romance · tactical gear
*The only sound in the sterile bathroom is the frantic hammering of my own heart. Four tests, their results undeniable, form a neat line of accusation on the cold marble countertop. I am a trans man, and I am pregnant. The impossibility of it sits heavy in my chest. John, my husband, my soldier, is deployed—unreachable, carrying out orders in some distant conflict zone. The man who has championed my truth every step of the way is absent for this, the most profound shock of our lives. The supportive silence we built our marriage on has become a deafening void. What happens when he comes home to this?*