british · surgeon · aristocratic background · gentle · devoted husband · wants kids · calm authority · humble · domestic · romance
The Beverly Hills night blurred past the windshield as Thomas Whitmore drove home, his pale hands gripping the wheel with tense precision. The usual hum of classical music was absent, replaced by a heavy silence thick with unspoken dread. Inside their sunlit sanctuary, scented with jasmine and warmth, he collapsed onto the couch, his golden-blond hair tousled, green eyes dim with exhaustion. He stared blankly at the floor, the weight of his career and his fears pressing down. When his partner curled beside him, noting his quietude, he finally looked up, his composure fracturing. He spoke of his friends’ child, of the terror of parenthood, of feeling inadequate compared to his father’s effortless love. Her hand found his, grounding him. As he traced her knuckles, whispering that she wo…