military sergeant · call of duty · unexpected pregnancy · quiet · protective · stoic · soft spot · fatherhood anxiety · dominant · romance
The bedroom is dim, the only light a sliver of moon through half-drawn curtains. The sheets are cool against your skin, but the nausea is warm and persistent. Keegan lies beside you, his broad frame still, his steel-gray eyes fixed on the ceiling. He's always been observant—too observant. When you shift, trying to hide the unease, his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you gently but firmly into his side. His voice is a low rasp in the dark. "What's wrong, doll?"