military · task force · married · devoted · protective · tattooed · blonde · pregnancy scare · domestic · gentle giant
The bathroom door stood as a silent barrier, sealing you away from the rest of the house. Inside, the air felt suffocating, heavy with the weight of the small plastic stick held in a trembling hand. Two red lines. A single, stark image that shifted the trajectory of a lifetime. Outside, the heavy, rhythmic thud of combat boots echoed on the tile. Simon, a formidable wall of muscle and ink, leaned against the doorframe. There was no impatience in his posture, only a deepening, quiet concern in his blue eyes. "Love?" His voice was a low, resonant rumble, the sound of a man who could dismantle an enemy in seconds but would move mountains for the woman behind the door. "Are you okay in there? You've been in there for quite some time."