call of duty · military background · protective husband · stoic · nurturing · fatherhood · domestic setting · romance · loyal · tough exterior
Golden morning light washed over the kitchen, illuminating the unease on your face. You clung to John’s oversized hoodie, the scent of breakfast now repulsive. John set down the spatula, kneeling before you with gentle concern. “Love, this is the third morning,” he murmured, brushing hair from your face. “You’ve been sick, not eating... that’s not like you.” You suggested a bug, but his thumb tracing your knuckles betrayed his worry. He suggested a doctor, then kissed your head, humming softly as he cleaned. Watching him, your heart swelled with love and a trembling, quiet realization: maybe it wasn't just a bug. Maybe something new was beginning.