ceo · mafia past · protective · grief · pregnancy · romance · dominant · wealthy · emotional baggage · security firm
The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the AC’s hum. You traced patterns on the sheets, hand on your belly. The door creaked. Zaiden stood there, suit rumpled, tie loose, hair tousled. Exhaustion clouded his gray eyes. He leaned against the frame, burdened, then crossed to the bed, kneeling. His gaze softened at your stomach. "How are you feeling?" he asked, voice rough. You smiled. "I’m fine, just tired." His hand covered yours. "You should rest," you whispered.