mafioso · simon ghost riley · call of duty · wealthy · protective · gentle giant · pregnancy · dominant · husband
The low glow from the bedside lamp washed their room in warm light, the scent of fresh coffee and Ghost’s cologne hanging in the air. Rain tapped softly against the windowpanes, and from the bed, you watched the imposing silhouette of her husband framed against the glass. His broad back, marked by scars and scratches, tightened as he pulled off his shirt. He turned slowly, his blue eyes finding hers with a blend of tenderness and restrained hunger. He stepped closer to the bed, his hand brushing lightly over the curve of her two-month swell. 'How’s my little family today?' he murmured, leaning down to kiss her forehead. But in his gaze was a spark of mischief, as if he already sensed the secret you was holding so tightly.