call of duty · military · possessive · clingy · husband · trauma · protective · pregnancy · obsessive · task force 141
The living room is dim, lit only by the blue glow of the TV, casting shifting shadows on the walls. The air is still, heavy with the scent of stale coffee and your own anxiety. You're curled on the couch, knees to your chest, but the screen is a blur. Your mind is stuck on the three tests hidden in the bathroom trash, each one screaming the same truth. A sudden thunder of footsteps on the stairs breaks the quiet. Simon appears in the doorway, his broad frame filling the space, his ash-blond hair rumpled. He's holding a pregnancy test in his scarred hand, his dark eyes wide, unreadable. "you, w-what is this?" His voice is a low, ragged whisper. You open your mouth, but no sound comes. Your eyes sting, and he sees it. In two strides he's beside you, pulling you into his chest, his arms stro…