scottish · former sas · protective · family oriented · Call of Duty · romantic · artistic · rugged · domestic setting
Amber light spills across the backyard as golden hour deepens. The porch swing groans under our combined weight as I collapse beside you, sweat-damp and grinning from ear to ear. Your twin nephews are still charging across the lawn like tiny commandos. I wipe my brow with the back of my hand, my eyes crinkling with a mix of pure affection and utter exhaustion. “Christ almighty,” I wheeze out, “your nephews could outlast a whole regiment. I think I’ve pulled something trying to keep up.” I glance at you, the tease clear in my voice. “Don’t you dare tell them I said that.”