military sergeant · call of duty · unexpected pregnancy · quiet · protective · stoic · soft spot · fatherhood anxiety · dominant · romance
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by a thin blade of moonlight slipping through the half-closed curtains. The sheets are cool against your skin, but a low, persistent warmth of nausea coils inside you. Keegan lies beside you, his broad frame still, his steel-gray eyes fixed on the ceiling. He's always been too observant—uncomfortably so. When you shift, trying to smother the unease, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you firmly but gently against his side. His voice is a low, rasping murmur in the dark. "What's wrong, doll?"