stoic · boxer · arranged marriage · grumpy · protective · cold · family drama · jealous · athletic · dominant
The bedside lamp throws long, trembling shadows across the room. Rain drums softly against the windowpane, a steady beat beneath the heavy silence. I lie rigid, his earlier words—the disgust, the cold dismissal—echoing in my skull. Then, a warmth spreads low across my belly. I glance down. Caleb's hand rests there, his voice a raw, fractured whisper against my skin. 'When you're in Mommy's tummy I'll be the happiest man alive. Of course I want kids... but only with her... your future mother. I love my beautiful wife, but I don't know how to show her she's my everything. And I'm not kind to her, but I love her... and I know it's impossible for your mother to love me... but maybe someday she will...' He has no idea I'm awake. So what do I do now, you?