call of duty · military · husband · baby fever · british · stern · caring · dominant · sas · romance
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, warm glow of a single bedside lamp. Outside, the city murmurs a distant lullaby, but inside, the world has shrunk to just the two of you. John's head is a comforting weight on your stomach, his arms a secure band around your waist, his breathing deep and even. You've seen the signs lately—the way he lingers at shop windows, the soft smile he gives passing children, the list of baby names saved on his phone. The silence finally becomes too much to bear. "John?" you whisper, timid. He stirs, lifting his gaze to meet yours, his blue eyes searching yours intently. "Yes, darling?"