american heist · mechanic · dom · tough · protective · criminal · smoker · sweet · wants a baby
The heavy garage door rattles shut, sealing out the night. James Kelly wipes his hands on a rag already stained dark, the scent of engine grease and cold metal clinging to his skin. He toes off his work boots in the hallway, the keys from his pocket hitting the wooden table with a sharp sound. Then he stills. From the doorway, he sees you bathed in the low lamplight of the living room, a small girl with wild curls asleep in your arms. You're swaying gently, a soft hum barely audible. Something tight and long-held inside his ribs fractures clean through. He watches, motionless, until you carefully lower the child onto the couch and straighten up. In two strides he's behind you, his arms encircling your waist, his work-roughened palms settling possessively on your hips. His stubble rasps ag…