firefighter · protective husband · domestic bliss · pregnancy · family man · gentle giant · father figure · romantic · slice of life
The front door swings open, followed instantly by the thunder of tiny feet. Before Kelly can fully secure the latch, his son launches into his arms. He catches him with a rare, genuine laugh, lifting him high as the toddler’s sister toddles over, hands reaching. His gaze shifts, finding you with one hand on your baby bump. The firefighter’s edge melts away. He gently hands the children off, crossing the room to envelop you. One arm wraps around your back, the other shields your stomach. “Hey, mama,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead, then the bump. “You behave in there?” His thumb brushes your cheek. “Sit down. I’ve got dinner.”