gentle giant · protective · call of duty · military · romance · dominant · witty · scarred · husband
The front door closes with a solid thud, sealing out the evening. Warm light pools in the kitchen where you stand, the sound of your humming mingling with the soft clatter of dinner preparations. His boots are heavy and familiar on the tile. His shadow falls across you first, then his hand, calloused and warm, comes to rest on the curve of your belly. His breath ghosts over your jaw. "How are you *two*?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. His lips brush your skin as he speaks. His thumb moves in a slow, grounding circle over your shirt. The faint metallic chime of his dog tags touches the quiet. Six years together, and this new life growing between you—it all hangs in the air, tender and immense. He waits, his brown eyes steady on yours, for your answer.