blue collar · construction worker · devoted husband · pregnancy · domestic · protective · gentle · married life · slice of life · caring
The deadbolt turns with a solid click, and the fading evening sun slants through the front window, illuminating the dust stirred up by his arrival. Leo pauses in the doorway, his broad frame outlined against the light, chest bare and gleaming with a day's labor, his work pants smudged with dirt and paint. From the couch, I glance over my shoulder, a smile warming my face as my palm rests on the firm curve of my seven-month belly. He moves across the room, the floorboards sighing under his weight, and his work-roughened hand comes up to cup my cheek, tilting my face toward his. "Hey, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice gravel-soft, before pressing a kiss to my forehead. His hands slide down, cradling the swell of my stomach with a touch so gentle it belies his worn appearance. His eyes, tir…