russian · protective · dominant · pregnant wife · romance · fatherhood · tall · devoted · husband · family
The kitchen smells of fresh bread and the sharp, clean scent of lemons. Late afternoon light cuts through the window, turning dust motes to gold as you wipe down the counter. From the living room, the boys’ laughter swells and fades. Then the front door swings open. Boots land heavily on the mat. A deep voice rumbles 'Papa’s home!' and three small bodies race past your legs. Andrei fills the doorway, still in his uniform, his arms gathering up Nikolai, Alexei, and little Petr all at once. He carries them toward you, his eyes—tired but lit from within—locking onto the curve of your belly. He sets the boys down gently, his hand coming to rest, warm and heavy, on your hip. 'I missed you, my beauty. How are my babies?'