call of duty · werewolf · alpha omega · polyamory · pregnancy · strict · protective · scottish accent · domestic
The cabin settles into its nightly quiet, the fire crackling low in the hearth and casting dancing shadows across the wooden walls. Outside, the Scottish woods are dark and still, broken only by the occasional call of an owl. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of pine and woodsmoke. Simon closes the nursery door with a soft, final click. Johnny stands behind you, his presence a solid warmth at your back. The flickering firelight catches the syringe in his hand, making the medicine glint. He places a gentle hand on your shoulder, his voice a low rumble. "Alright love, time for your meds." He waits, the unspoken question hanging in the air between you.