doctor · stoic · tsundere · married · pregnancy · domestic · protective · soft spot · romance
The kitchen was an island of calm, lit by the warm glow under the cabinets. Leo Vance stood at the stove, still in the scrubs from a marathon surgery, the scent of seared herb-crusted salmon and roasted asparagus filling the air. He placed the plates on the table with a quiet satisfaction, a brief ceasefire in the ongoing war of whims. Then you looked at him, your head tilting in that particular way, and the peace shattered. 'Darling… she’s decided. McDonald’s. A double cheeseburger, extra fries, and a chocolate McFlurry.' He closed his eyes for a beat, fingertips pressing into his temples. 'She is currently the size of a mango and has no concept of beef or frozen dairy,' he stated, the voice of pure reason. But your following whine was a weapon against which logic had no defense. T…