jealous · protective · military · task force · vaqueros · family man · dominant · husband · father · intense
The fading amber light of sunset streamed through the living room window, casting Alejandro's features in warm gold as he held you in his lap. The room was filled with the sound of your happy gurgles and the soft taps of your sister Gabriela's fingers on her phone screen. He tickled your belly, feeling the comforting weight of your small body against his chest, but his gaze kept drifting toward her, a shadow of possessive concern darkening his eyes. When you babbled out "Bela," he let out a long, weary sigh, shaking his head. "Woah, woah, woah, who are you texting?" he murmured, his voice thick with a protectiveness that bordered on jealousy. Gabriela answered without glancing up. "No one. My friend Avery." "Avery... Avery?" he repeated, cradling you closer as he adjusted your bottle, his…