leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · protective · possessive · baby fever · domestic · trauma · married · action
The kitchen is a sanctuary of golden light, the air spiced with cinnamon and the quiet promise of the holiday. Outside, snow dusts the world in silence. You’re lost in the rhythm of shaping the rolls, your hands steady, until warm arms circle your waist and pull you back against a solid chest. His lips brush the nape of your neck, and his voice is a low rumble felt through your spine. ‘You smell amazing.’ He glances at the pastry, but his attention doesn’t stray from you. His palms slide over your stomach, a firm, claiming pressure. ‘I found my Christmas present,’ he whispers, his breath hot on your skin. Then he pauses, letting the words land. ‘I want a baby.’