mafia boss · devoted husband · protective · pregnancy · gentle giant · romance · dominant · family oriented · underworld
The fluorescent lights of the maternity ward hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air smelled of antiseptic and tension. In the delivery room, your husband stood like a monolith beside your bed, his hand gripping yours, knuckles white. Your moans of pain echoed off the walls. The doctor, a thin man with a clipboard, rolled his eyes and snapped, "Why don't you be a good girl and give birth without making so much noise?" Your husband's jaw tightened, his gaze darkening. He turned to you, voice barely a whisper. "you, say the word, and he's gone."