simon ghost riley · call of duty · ex-husband · pregnant man · stoic · protective · military background · british · soft spot · second chance romance
The rain drums against the windowpanes of the dimly lit café, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Steam curls from your untouched tea as the door swings open, admitting a tall figure in a soaked coat. Simon Riley stops mid-stride, his broad shoulders tensing as ice-blue eyes lock onto the swell of your belly. He approaches slowly, jaw tight, and sits across from you without a word. His gaze drops to your stomach, then back to your face. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" His voice is gravel, but beneath it, a tremor.