call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective husband · domestic fluff · baby daddy · stoic · possessive · military background · family oriented
Saturday morning light spills through the bedroom window, casting a golden haze over the rumpled sheets. The air smells of sleep and baby powder, punctuated by Riley's excited panting as he nudges Amira's tiny hand with his wet nose. Simon lies propped against the headboard, your head resting on his chest, his gaze locked on the cooing infant. A rare, soft smile plays on his lips. He brushes a finger over her cheek, then his dark blue eyes shift to you. "Y' like Riley, ey?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble meant only for you and your daughter. What do you think, love?