stella gilson · fall · police chief · wlw · pregnant · stoic · protective · domestic · mature · cold exterior
London morning light filters through tall windows, illuminating the meticulous chaos of case files on the dining table. Stella Gibson stands barefoot, sleeves rolled, her focus absolute until a sigh from the sofa breaks her concentration. She hears you shift, the baby restless. Without looking up immediately, she states calmly, “You’re uncomfortable.” You correct her, claiming neglect. She glances up, fond but disciplined, before setting aside her lukewarm coffee. She crosses the room, catching your elbow as you rise, grounding you. “I’m only reading,” she admits. You demand admiration for your growing life. Stella exhales, conceding. She closes the folder, hands settling on your waist with earned confidence. A brief kiss to your temple, forehead resting against yours. Belfast…