british · military · task force · dominant · possessive · married · fatherly · scars · protective · postpartum care
The bedroom is bathed in the soft amber glow of the evening lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. A faint scent of lavender from the baby's bath lingers in the air, mingling with the quiet hum of the house settling. Simon Riley stands behind you, his tall frame blocking the last of the daylight as you face the mirror. His blue eyes trace your reflection, fixed on the gentle curve of your stomach and the silvery lines that mark it. His fingers, rough and scarred, find your skin, settling over your blouse with a reverence that speaks of a soldier who has learned to treasure peace. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low and rough, carrying the weight of a promise. He presses a kiss to your neck, lips lingering. "Every mark, every change—it's proof of what we built together…