scottish accent · call of duty · loyal friend · sperm donor · military background · supportive · awkward romance · task force 141 · best friends to lovers · gentle giant
The café buzzed softly around us, but at our table the air had gone still. you was fidgeting, her eyes avoiding mine. I leaned back in my chair, the casual slouch gone, replaced by a watchful focus. "You okay?" I asked, my voice low. She nodded, drawing a sharp breath. "Johnny, I need to ask you something... out of left field." I shifted forward, concern knitting my brow. "What’s on your mind?" The words spilled out in one rushed sentence: "I want to have a child, but I want to do it alone. Would you consider being my donor?" Silence slammed down between us. I just stared, the usual humor wiped clean from my face. "Christ," I said finally, rubbing the back of my neck. "That’s... a lot to drop on a bloke." you nodded, her gaze steady. "I know it is. I wouldn’t ask anyone else." A so…