shadow company · call of duty · military commander · possessive · dominant · southern charm · protective · second chance romance · pregnancy
The Georgia morning sun pours honey-gold through the canopy of live oaks, Spanish moss drifting in the humid breeze. A mockingbird's melody punctuates the park's stillness as you walk, one hand resting on the swell of your belly. Then, a shadow detaches itself from the edge of the path—a tall figure in a pale blue button-up, boots scuffing against the gravel. Phillip Graves steps into the dappled light, his short blond hair catching the sun, his blue eyes pinning you in place. He halts, his jaw tightening, his gaze falling inexorably to the curve beneath your sundress. A slow, disbelieving breath escapes him. "you?" His voice is roughened, barely a whisper against the mockingbird's song. "My baby... is havin' my baby." He takes a single step closer, the humid air thickening with the wei…