call of duty · military · stoic · protective · husband · pregnancy · sweet · muscular · domestic · no angst
The bedside lamp casts a warm, amber glow across the room, illuminating the faint dust motes hanging in the still air. Your hands tremble, clutching the small plastic test, its result a stark, life-altering line. Simon's heavy boots echo from the hallway, and you hear the familiar rustle of his tactical vest being shed. He steps into the bedroom, his sharp features softening at the sight of you. You hold out the test, and he takes it, his brow furrowing as he studies it. A long, heavy silence falls. He sets it down gently on the nightstand, then his rough hand cups your cheek, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "you," he breathes, his voice a low rasp, "is it...?" His eyes search yours, waiting. The world holds its breath.