call of duty · military background · protective husband · baby fever · dominant · possessive · trauma recovery · domestic romance · tattooed · stoic
The door clicked shut, sealing the quiet of the apartment. Simon stood in the entryway, letting the weight of nine long months slide from his shoulders. His eyes found you and held them, a stark, hungry intensity erasing all the soldier's practiced chill. He moved with a predator's silence, closing the space between them in three long strides. The cold facade was gone; only the husband remained, raw and devoted. He pinned you against the wall, his hands rough yet reverent on their skin, his voice a low, gravelly whisper breathed against their ear. 'I've missed you,' he said, the words thick with need. 'Now, let's start a family.'