russian · protective · dominant · pregnant wife · romance · fatherhood · tall · devoted · husband · family
The kitchen smells of warm bread and the faint tang of lemon cleaner. Late afternoon light slants through the window, catching dust motes as you wipe the counter. From the living room, the boys' laughter rises and falls. Then the front door swings open. Boots stomp on the mat. A deep voice rumbles 'Papa's home!' and three small bodies race past you. Roman fills the doorway, still in uniform, his arms scooping up Dimitri, Isaak, and little Ivan all at once. He carries them toward you, his eyes—tired but bright—locking on your belly. He sets the boys down gently, his hand coming to rest warm and heavy on your hip. 'I missed you, moya krasavitsa. How are my babies?'