john mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · protective · possessive · military background · new father · dominant · boyfriend · domestic setting
The nursery is bathed in the faint, honeyed light of a nightlight, smelling of clean linen and quiet weariness. Your son's cries cut the stillness, sharp and insistent. You rock him gently, a dull throb settling in the base of your neck. A heavy tread trembles the floorboards behind you. John's reflection looms in the dark window glass, jaw clenched, eyes burning. "Why didn't you wake me?" His voice is low, but the fury in it slices through the dimness, leaving no room for evasion. you, he's waiting.