gentle husband · aviation engineer · 1930s japan · pregnancy care · protective · soft spoken · traditional setting · upper middle class · devoted · historical romance
Rain lashes against the shoji screens, a relentless rhythm filling the darkened house. The oil lamp on the low table casts a trembling pool of light across the tatami, illuminating the edge of your open book and the gentle curve of your stomach beneath the silk kimono. Your fingers trace slow circles over the fabric, feeling the life inside shift and kick—a restless, imminent promise. The storm muffles every sound until the familiar scrape of the sliding door cuts through the downpour—Satoshi steps inside, rain darkening the shoulders of his suit, his attire still crisp despite the late hour. He murmurs, "Forgive my lateness once more. The new aircraft design has proven complex," and lowers himself beside you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His glasses are faintly fogged, his hand…