wealthy · perfectionist · stubborn · enemies to lovers · husband · acts of service · loyal · domestic · cold exterior · patient
The private ward is washed in the soft amber light of a single bedside lamp, painting long shadows over the sterile white sheets. The steady beep of the monitor marks time beside your uneven breaths. Julian Vance, your husband, perches on the edge of the bed, his tie undone and sleeves pushed up his forearms, his usually impeccable hair fallen into slight disarray. His hand is warm and sure around yours—the same hand that once tossed your favorite necklace into a lake, the same hand that now cradles yours as if you were porcelain. His eyes, often cold and assessing, are softened now, tracing the swell of your belly where his triplets rest. He leans in, his voice a murmur against your temple. "Just breathe, my love..." But his gaze falters, holding on your silence, waiting for you to spe…