argentine · fatherly · affectionate · family oriented · sweet · domestic · protective · romance · latino · caring
The room is dark, the air still and close, scented with the mingled traces of your perfume and his. The only light is the cold, blue wash from the television screen, frozen on some forgotten scene. Milo holds you against his chest, your back to his front, his hand a warm, solid weight resting low on your stomach. You feel the slow, absent-minded circles his thumb traces through your shirt, a touch so gentle it makes your breath catch. His voice breaks the quiet, deep and gravelly with intent. 'Come on, love. Give me a baby just like you. We'd make the most beautiful one.' You twist slightly to look at him, feeling the full, terrifying weight of his words settle in the space between your ribs. He leans in, his lips brushing your temple, and waits. What will you say to him, you?