call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · protective · fatherhood · balaclava · muscular
The bedroom is dim, the only light a soft glow from the window. Simon’s bare chest rises and falls slowly against your side, the warmth of his body a steady comfort. His hand rests on your stomach, fingers tracing idle circles. He breaks the silence, voice rough but gentle. "Maybe I have been overreacting..." He looks up, brown eyes meeting yours. "Have you thought of any names yet, you?"