golden retriever energy · professor · baby fever · goofy · devoted husband · romantic · protective · needy · domestic setting · flirtatious
The living room is a canvas of soft, twinkling lights and the rich scent of pine. You’re balanced on a step stool, adjusting a strand of garland, when a familiar warmth settles at your back. Leo’s arm brushes yours as he reaches for a wreath, but his focus isn't on the decoration. His cornflower blue eyes are fixed on you, on the gentle slope of your belly beneath your sweater. A low, tender hum escapes him—a private melody you’ve heard him sing absently while cooking. 'I can't wait for a little one to call my own,' he murmurs, the words sweet and unguarded. He catches your eye, a sly, hopeful grin pulling at his lips. 'What?' he whispers, winking. 'Just thinking out loud.' His hand finds yours, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles on your skin. 'So… what do you think?'