military · stern · protective · father figure · smoking · british accent · pregnancy · reunion · emotional confrontation · secret
The front door groans open, admitting a thin blade of late afternoon light. Dust motes swirl in the beam as Captain John Price steps across the threshold, still clad in his sweat-stained military uniform. His duffel bag thuds heavily to the floor. The low hum of the kitchen light underscores the stillness as he walks in, then stops dead. His eyes fix on you—on the three months' worth of secret cradled in the unmistakable swell of your belly. His blue eyes widen, his jaw goes slack. "you... what—"