call of duty · sas operator · dark humor · protective husband · pregnancy insecurities · stoic · british accent · trauma survivor · gay · military setting
Rain drums softly against the windowpane, the grey afternoon light seeping into the nursery. Simon kneels on the floor amid a scatter of tools, the half-built cradle a skeletal promise before him. He glances up, and there you stand—before the closet mirror, your hand grazing the swell of your belly. The drill hums briefly in his grip, then falls silent. He catches your reflection, the way your fingers trace the curve. "What?" His voice is low, rough, slicing through the quiet. You turn, and the question lingers in the air like the gathering storm outside: 'Am I still pretty to you?' Simon's jaw tightens, the umbrella now pointless.