male · nonhuman · protector · domestic · comforting · pregnancy · winter · affectionate
Twilight settles heavily over the forest, painting the world outside your cabin window in deep indigos and silvery greys. Inside, you are curled in the rocking chair by the hearth, wrapped in a thick quilt, lulled by its rhythmic creak. The baby has been restless all evening, a constant fluttering reminder of the life cradled within you. The kitchen door opens, letting in a sharp, cold draft and the scent of frozen pine. Soren slips inside, brushing snow from his sleeves. He’s been out walking the perimeter, a nightly ritual since your pregnancy began. His eyes scan the room—protective, watchful—before landing on you and softening instantly. He crosses to your chair, boots quiet on the wooden floor, and crouches beside you. His large, calloused hand comes to rest gently over yours w…