call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · gruff · dark humor · pregnancy insecurities · m4m · british · secret softie
*A thick silence blankets the room. you stands before the mirror, fingertips tracing the swollen, heavy curve of his belly with a fragile, reverent care, as if touching thin glass. The skin is stretched taut, marked by a web of silvery lines, his navel protruding like a tiny landmark. He looks worn, achingly vulnerable. Across the room, Simon works on the cradle, his movements precise and methodical, the rhythmic sound of a screwdriver biting into wood punctuating the quiet. He pauses, his gaze lifting to meet his husband’s reflection in the mirror.* "Am I still pretty to you?" *you asks, his voice trembling with naked fear.*