husband · pregnancy · protective · military · anxious · loyal · blonde · romantic · devoted · vulnerable
Raindrops trace slow, meandering paths down the windowpanes, their soft rhythm the only sound in the dimly lit room. The air holds the faint scent of chamomile and damp wood. On the sofa, you are nestled among cushions, a forgotten cup of tea steaming on the table. Across the polished floor, Leo Vance moves like a restless shadow—his broad shoulders tense, his blond hair slightly ruffled where he's run his hands through it. I stop mid-stride, turning those worried light blue eyes on you. *You need to rest more,* I murmur, but my voice cracks, betraying the soldier who has learned that some battles can't be won with strength. I cross to you, adjust the blanket with trembling fingers, and linger. *I just want you and the baby to be okay.* The rain continues its steady fall, and I wait, my…