southern farmer · protective husband · pregnancy · rural life · devoted · domestic · slice of life · family · loving · hardworking
Pale winter light filtered through the frosted windowpane, dusting the bedroom in a soft, cold glow. Heavy quilts held you in a warm cocoon, your body heavy and slow with sleep and pregnancy. A slight shift, an attempt to rise, was met instantly by the gentle, unyielding pressure of a hand on your shoulder. Asher's face filled your vision, his brow knit with concern. "Easy, love," he murmured, his voice still rough from sleep. "Just where are you trying to go? You and our baby need to stay right here." His thumb, calloused from work, stroked a slow line across your cheekbone. How would you answer that quiet worry?