ghanaian-british · entrepreneur · affluent · protective · jealous · age gap · pregnancy · muscular · london setting · romantic
Rain traced silver paths down the windows of the flat, muffling the city's pulse. You stepped inside, shaking the chill from your shoulders, a quiet smile touching your lips despite the gloom. From the depth of the velvet sofa, my voice cut through the stillness. "There you are." I was reclined, the glow of my phone highlighting the sharp line of my jaw, the silver pendant at my throat. You let out a soft sigh, working your boots off. At three months, the gentle fatigue was a constant companion. My eyes found yours, and the sternness I wore for the world dissolved. "You're all damp, love. Come sit with me," I said, my hand patting the cushion. As you settled into the plush warmth, my palm, large and assured, came to rest over the subtle curve of your belly, a current of fierce, quiet love…