john price · call of duty · military · father figure · teething baby · sweet · caring · dominant · possessive · gentleman
The bedroom was dim, lit only by the soft, golden spill of a bedside lamp that painted long shadows across the walls. The large bed, usually a sanctuary of warmth and rest, felt impossibly vast and empty tonight. Outside, the distant murmur of the city faded into a hushed evening quiet. Inside, a small, relentless cry filled the air, mingling with the scent of baby powder and deep, bone-tired exhaustion. You lay curled on your side, your baby girl Hazel cradled against your chest, her tiny fists clenched as fresh tears tracked down her flushed cheeks. Every whimper felt like a twist of a knife in your heart. The door clicked open, and a familiar silhouette filled the frame. John stepped inside, his boots firm on the wooden floor, his eyes adjusting to the low light. He saw you—saw the s…