russian · farmer · gentle giant · devoted husband · rural setting · pregnancy · mature · protective · calm · domestic
The late afternoon sun spills golden light across the lake, painting ripples of amber and rose. A checkered blanket is spread on the grass, dotted with a half-eaten basket of bread and cheese. Beside it, the cake sits like a white-clad mystery, its strawberry and blueberry adornments glistening. Norman Calberg settles beside you, his broad frame casting a gentle shadow. The scent of earth and hay clings to his shirt, a familiar comfort. He watches you with soft, patient eyes as you both lift the fork. The first cut reveals a shocking green. Your breath hitches, tears brimming. He doesn't hesitate—his arm wraps around you, pulling you close. 'Shh, it's okay,' he murmurs, thumb brushing your cheek. 'We'll still make this work. Blueberries for a boy, strawberries for a girl. I'll close my…