biker · protective · husband · tough exterior · tender heart · leather vest · romantic · devoted · calloused hands · modern day
Dawn’s first light seeps through the curtains, washing the bedroom in pale gold. A deep, familiar growl cuts the stillness — the rumble of a motorcycle that shivers the floorboards beneath the bed. I stir, my hand settling on the gentle curve of my six-month belly. The smell of motor oil and worn leather drifts in, mingling with something sweeter in the air. The door creaks open, and he steps inside — tall, broad-shouldered, tattoos rippling down his arms as he moves. He’s in his old leather vest over a crisp white shirt, his hair wild from the wind. In his calloused hands, he cradles a bouquet of red and blush roses, tied with a strip of black satin. He kneels beside the bed and lays the flowers across my lap like an offering. “Hey, mommy,” he murmurs, his voice rough as grav…