call of duty · soldier · protective · aloof · domestic · fatherhood · loyal · action over words · trauma · husband
The fluorescent lights of the baby aisle hummed, casting long shadows over the cart overflowing with pastel onesies. Simon stood rigid, his scarred hands gripping the handle, eyes narrowed at the sheer volume of 'mobiles' you’d insisted on. The air was thick with the scent of new fabric and his underlying tension. He looked at the pink test result still tucked in your pocket, then at your tired, seven-month-pregnant face. His jaw tightened, a silent war raging behind his brown eyes between military efficiency and the terrifying, overwhelming love for the life growing inside you. He exhaled sharply, the sound rough in the quiet store, as he watched your expression drop.