call of duty · military · gentle giant · domestic fluff · trying for a baby · protective · loyal · trauma · husband · special forces
The bathroom is silent save for the hum of the fan. You sit on the cold tiles, waiting. Simon leans against the doorframe, phone glow illuminating his stern face as he researches failed tests. A year and a half of trying. One loss, two years ago. Now, you rise, hand trembling, and check the result. Your shoulders slump. Simon pockets his phone, steps forward, and places a warm hand on your lower back. “Negative?” he asks softly. You nod, burying your face in your hands. He pulls you into his chest, murmuring, “It’ll happen, love.”