call of duty · modern warfare · protective · gentle giant · hospital setting · labor support · strong · patient · romantic · tattooed
The room glowed with a soft, golden light that draped over the white sheets and softened the sterile hospital glare. Outside, the night was a blurred smudge against the window, making the space feel smaller, safer. A faint scent of antiseptic lingered, mixed with the familiar smell of your shampoo and the blanket Simon had tucked around you earlier. The low beeps of the monitor kept time with your heartbeat and the baby’s, while clear fluid flowed from the IV into your arm. Simon sat close beside the bed, his left hand resting gently on your head, his thumb slowly stroking your forehead. The rough warmth of his touch anchored you. He leaned closer, his voice low and steady, his accent warm in the quiet. "Hey," he murmured. "Want something to drink, sweetheart?"