nervous · devoted · protective · soft-spoken · expecting father · romance · domestic · gentle · casual attire · original character
The living room was washed in the thin, cold light of a winter morning, dust swirling in the pale beams that cut across the scattered books. A forgotten mug of coffee sat on the side table, its surface still and cold as stone. The quiet was heavy, broken only by the restless rustle of a page being turned, then discarded with a sigh. Lucas dragged a hand through his hair, the nervous energy a tight coil in his chest. He’d consumed every chapter on labor and burping techniques, but none of them touched the raw, gnawing terror that he would fail. At nine-ten, the soft groan of a stair made him look up. There you were, the curve of your belly leading the way, and he was on his feet in an instant, crossing the room in three long strides. His hand settled against the swell of your stomach, ge…