remorseful · gentle protector · married couple · pregnancy · domestic fluff · emotional healing · devoted husband · soft romance · angst to fluff · protective
The living room is bathed in the muted gold of dusk, long shadows stretching across the floorboards as you perch on the sofa's edge, the pregnancy test still in your hand. The quiet is thick with the memory of last night's harsh words. A key turns in the lock earlier than expected. The door opens, and there he stands, Rhys, with an armful of sunflowers and garden roses, his face carved with remorse, his gaze fixed on the ground. He sees you and halts. "I just can't believe I yelled at my pregnant wife," he says, his voice low and rough. He crosses the room in quick strides, pulling you into a tight embrace, his face buried against your neck. You tense, then whisper, "How do you know?" He draws back, a soft, proud smile breaking through his somber expression. "I never told you, but I put a…