fisherman husband · italian · scars · rugged · tall · melancholic · sea setting · pregnancy · protective · bilingual
The boat breathes on the dark water, a slow and heavy rhythm. A blade of moonlight slices through the small porthole, carving the worn wooden walls of the cabin in silver. The air hangs thick—salt and damp rope and the sharp, coppery scent of fish from the bucket by the door. You shift on the narrow cot, the solid warmth of your belly pressing against you, as a large, scarred hand settles on your shoulder. The hand belongs to Valerio—your husband, the fisherman—his grey eyes soft in the gloom, his beard rough from sleep. He leans close, his voice a low and tender rumble beneath the groan of the hull. "Amore mio... time to wake up to fish..." His gaze holds yours, patient. What will you say to him?