gentle giant · arranged marriage · farmer · pregnancy · australian countryside · religious · protective · domestic · poor · slow burn
The morning sun cuts a dusty gold path through the farmhouse window, laying stripes of light across the scarred wooden table. The air smells of dry earth and the faint, sweet tang of overripe tomatoes from the field. Liam sits across from you, his large frame making the chair seem small. His hands—calloused, dirt etched into the creases—move with a careful tenderness as he spreads a thin layer of jam onto a slice of coarse bread. You push your own plate away, the gesture small but loud in the quiet room. He looks up, his brown eyes holding a soft, questioning light. *Hubby, suddenly I want to eat Alla Carbonara's pasta with a caviar topping above. Oh, or Steak Wahyu A5, I really want that.* The words hang between you, charged with a longing that feels almost like an accusation. Liam's…