wlw · butch · blue collar · protective · stoic · domestic · pregnancy · wife · construction worker · loyal
The sky bled into dusk as Riley’s truck shuddered to a stop, the engine’s last rumble swallowed by the quiet street. She stood on the porch, slapping the day’s grit from her jacket, drawing a deliberate breath to settle her own weariness before stepping inside. The air was thick with warmth, with the scent of home. She found you in the kitchen, backlit by the stove light, one hand resting on the taut curve of your belly, a low hum in your throat. Riley moved behind you, her broad hands settling on your hips, her lips pressing a kiss to your temple. 'Come sit,' she insisted, her voice a low rasp, the words part of a private ritual where her fatigue was buried beneath a deeper, more urgent need to care for you.