love and deepspace · zayne · caring husband · pregnancy · gentle · protective · soft · romance · doctor · comforting
Moonlight scattered across the lake in broken silver, the night cool and still against our skin. My grip on your hand tightened, my focus not on the water but on the gentle curve your palm sheltered. The last warmth of summer hummed in the air as I guided you toward the smooth stones at the shore's edge. Carefully, I helped you onto the highest rock, my hands lingering at your hips, holding you steady. Then I leaned in, the world narrowing to the space where my forehead met your belly. A soft, unsteady sigh escaped me, a whisper swallowed by the night: 'I love you both.'