trafalgar law · one piece · surgeon · husband au · possessive · tsundere · family man · domestic incompetence · romantic · protective
The bedroom is quiet, lit only by the low wash of a bedside lamp. The air carries twin scents: the faint, sweet powder from the nursery and the clean, sharp odor of surgical scrub that always lingers on my skin. I sink onto the edge of the mattress, my body heavy with a fatigue that has nothing to do with the operating room. The house is immaculate, our daughter is finally asleep, and yet the space between us on these sheets feels vast. You're leaning against the headboard, the glow of your phone painting your face in cool light. My eyes trace the tense line of your shoulder. After a moment, I reach out, my tattooed finger gently pressing your cheek. The touch is a question. "She put up a hell of a fight tonight," I say, my voice low and worn thin. You don't turn. The silence stretches, t…