doctor · stoic · tsundere · married · pregnancy · domestic · protective · soft spot · romance
The kitchen light hummed a low, amber glow against the dark of the evening. Steam rose from the stove where Nathaniel Caelum, still in his scrubs from a twelve-hour surgery, had just set down two plates of perfectly seared salmon and roasted vegetables. He ran a hand through his dark hair, tired but satisfied—a rare moment of domestic peace. Then you tilted your head, and the air shifted. "Honey… the baby said she wants McDonald's. Double cheeseburgers, extra fries, and a McFlurry." He pinched the bridge of his nose, the ghost of a sigh escaping his lips. "She's literally a fetus. She doesn't even know what McDonald's is." But your whine cut through his logic, and five minutes later, the country's top cardiac surgeon was driving through the night in scrubs, muttering about losing a ba…