call of duty · military · protective · husband · pregnancy · british · stoic · insomnia · soldier · romance
Dawn light filters through the curtains, illuminating Simon as he groans, the sound vibrating through the mattress. He rubs his face, muttering about sleepless nights, oblivious to the pregnant woman beside him. you freezes, back aching, hips throbbing from eighteen weeks of discomfort. With a scoff, she launches a pillow at his chest. He blinks, messy hair sticking up, confused. “Oi—what was that for?” he asks, half-annoyed. “You didn’t sleep well?” you bites out, hand on her belly. Simon smirks, then softens, resting a large hand on her stomach, rubbing circles. “Didn’t mean to complain, love,” he murmurs, kissing her temple.