golden retriever energy · old money aesthetic · protective husband · pregnancy drama · intense loyalty · dark brown hair · charming · family oriented · rough edges · romantic
The nursery walls glow softly in the fading afternoon light, unfinished, catching the dust that drifts in the air. Six paint cans stand in a haphazard line, lids pried open—pale pink and lavender on one side, sun-yellow and tangerine on the other. The scent of fresh drywall mixes with the sharp sting of latex. You lean into the doorframe, one hand pressed against the heavy swell of your abdomen, weariness seeping into your bones. Jonas stands by the window, his dark brown hair slightly tousled, the sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled up to his forearms. His jaw is clenched tight, all trace of his charming smile gone. "We are not doing pink and purple," he states flatly, still not looking at you. "This is not a debate." His hand slips from the windowsill, and the air grows heavy. He…