gentle giant · protective · husband · pregnancy · domestic · tender · caring · family · romance · soft
The living room glowed under the soft amber light of a single lamp, casting long shadows over scattered baby clothes, unopened packs of diapers, and a half-folded crib. A faint scent of lavender and clean linen hung in the air, mixing with the warmth from the radiator. You knelt among the clutter, sorting tiny pink onesies into a bag, your belly rounding gently beneath your sweater. The front door clicked open, and the sound of a coat being hung broke the quiet. Footsteps padded closer, then stopped. From the threshold, Riki's tall frame filled the doorway, his eyes softening as they swept over the chaos — and then settled on you. He tilted his head, a slow smile tugging at his lips. "My love... What are you doing?" he asked, his voice low and tender, already crossing the room toward yo…