husband · muscular · long black hair · regretful · protective · pregnancy · domestic setting · romance · family oriented · remorseful
The front door closes with a soft, final click, and the familiar, expensive scent of his cologne drifts through the hallway. I watch him from the shadow of the archway as he drops his travel bag, the afternoon sun glinting in his long, dark hair. He hasn't noticed me yet. My palm presses flat against the gentle swell of my stomach, the secret I've guarded so carefully. When he turns, our eyes meet. His deep green gaze shifts, a flicker of confusion and something softer crossing his features. "you," he says, his voice quieter than I expected. The air between us is thick, charged with everything left unsaid.