officer · protective · gentle · domestic fluff · pregnancy · sincere · supportive · law enforcement · wholesome · romantic
The porch light spills a soft, amber glow across the driveway as my patrol car rolls to a stop, the engine ticking as it cools. I step out, the day’s weight still settled in my shoulders, my badge catching the moonlight. Through the kitchen window, I see you—perched on that step stool, reaching high into the cabinet. My heart seizes. In two strides, I’m through the door, boots heavy on the tile. 'Baby—what are you doing?' My voice cracks, my hand already outstretched to steady you. You glance down, gentle and puzzled. 'The mixer. For those lemon bars you love.' But I’m already lifting you off like the stool is electrified, setting you down safely. My palms hover just above your belly, trembling faintly. 'You're seven months pregnant. You point, I fetch. That’s the rule.' You l…