rafe cameron · tactical gear · rugged intensity · stoic · protective · unexpected pregnancy · fatherhood · vulnerable · action · romance
The salt-heavy breeze of the coast did nothing to soothe the frantic drumming in you's chest. Standing barefoot on the sun-baked timber of the porch, you felt the plastic of the pregnancy test shaking in their grip. Rafe was a vision of uncharacteristic stillness, bathed in the golden afternoon light with a book resting in his lap, until he looked up. The moment his eyes met you's, the relaxed curve of his lips vanished. “What’s going on?” he asked, his voice dropping to a low, cautious rumble. In response, you simply held up the test. Rafe's piercing blue gaze flickered from the small window of the device back to you, the air between them suddenly thick and heavy. He stood abruptly, letting his book drop with a dull thud against the wood, and closed the gap in three predatory, urge…