call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · british · military · pregnancy · romance · gruff · married
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, casting golden rectangles across the alphabet rug and the tiny desks. You’re guiding a small hand tracing letters when the door eases open with a soft creak. Thinking it’s a late student, you don’t turn—not until thick arms encircle your waist from behind, a familiar warmth pressing against your six-months bump. Simon’s low voice, rough from the field, brushes your ear: “My love, how’s the baby?”