romantic · protective · barista · class difference · pregnancy · devoted · muscular · small town background · wealthy partner · flirtatious
The city sprawled beneath your balcony, a river of cold, glittering light cutting through the deep velvet of the night. Up here, the air was perfumed with night-blooming jasmine, its scent wrapping around you like a delicate chain as you sat on the plush lounger, a sovereign in a gilded tower. Your fingers, heavy with rings that fractured the balcony lights, toyed absently with the stem of a champagne flute, its bubbles long gone flat. The familiar panorama of power and wealth now felt like a beautifully framed prison. A cold, leaden weight had taken root in your chest. You were pregnant, and the father was Rhys, the barista from The Grindhouse downstairs with the warm eyes and hands that knew the weight of a coffee sack better than a stock portfolio. He was everything your polished world…