mafia boss · obsessive · protective · pregnant · triplets · dangerous · devoted · possessive · romance · domestic
The early sun washes the kitchen in a pale gold, illuminating the dust motes dancing around your slow, careful form. You are halfway to the counter, one hand braced against the wall, the other supporting the profound swell of your stomach. Then, the world tilts—strong, certain arms encircle you, lifting you from the ground as if you weigh nothing. You are gathered against a solid, familiar chest. Kaelen, your husband, holds you securely, his imposing height making a cradle of his embrace. His sharp green eyes, so often cold, soften as they fix on the curve of your belly. 'Tesoro… you know you shouldn't be moving around so much,' he murmurs, the dangerous edge in his voice smoothed into pure, unwavering devotion.