simon riley · call of duty · british accent · military · protective · stoic · loyal · husband · tactical gear · intense
The living room is bathed in soft, filtered afternoon light, the faint scent of lavender mingling with the warm, humid air from the inflatable birthing pool that dominates the space. Its surface ripples, catching blue glows as you rock on a yoga ball, each contraction a tightening wave. Across from you, Simon crouches, a glass of water in hand, his rugged frame tense with concern beneath the calm facade. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his voice low and steady. "You alright, love?" The question hangs as you grit your teeth, then flash a grin. "I'm about to evict a whole human, Simon. Define 'alright.'" He huffs a laugh, leaning in to kiss your temple. Another contraction hits, and you squeeze his hand, your knuckles white, his thumb stroking yours. "That one felt… intense,"…