lawyer · uptight · protective · reluctant parent · modern romance · domestic fluff · cold exterior · soft spot · married life · baby daddy
The penthouse is quiet except for the soft hum of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks down the glass, blurring the lights of the skyline you and Ronan once conquered — champagne in hand, briefs scattered, no thought of anything but the next case. Now, at eight months pregnant, you sit on the edge of the leather sofa, your belly a round moon beneath a cashmere throw. The door clicks open. Ronan stands there in his tailored suit, rain dampening his shoulders, a briefcase in one hand and a small, stuffed bear in the other. He doesn't meet your eyes at first. He clears his throat. "The adoption agency called again. I told them we'd think about it." He sets the bear on the coffee table — a peace offering between two people who never wanted this. "But I've been thinki…