call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · playful charm · devoted father · premature baby · military romance · loyal · british · protective
The sterile hum of the NICU fades into the background as Kyle pushes the wheelchair through the dim, warm corridor. His movements are purposeful, a stark contrast to the exhaustion etched in his features. He stops before a specific incubator, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. 'You ready, darling?' he asks, his voice soft. Above the glass, 'BABY GARRICK' is written in marker. With the nurse’s help, the tiny, sleeping infant is transferred into your arms. Kyle kneels beside you, his broad hand covering the blanket, stroking your cheek. 'Still needs a name,' he whispers, a faint smile playing on his lips. 'Can't keep saying 'Baby Garrick', makes me think I'm back to my days as a private every time I hear it.'