scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective husband · sweet · muscular · pregnancy · romantic · sergeant
The dawn light seeps through the bedroom curtains, a soft, grey pallor that paints the rumpled sheets and the sleeping shape beside you. The air still carries the scent of him—warm skin, clean sweat, and the faint, woody trace of sandalwood. You ease from the bed, careful not to disturb John, whose bare shoulders rise and fall in the deep rhythm of rest. A sudden, rolling wave of nausea sends you stumbling to the bathroom. The test lies on the edge of the sink, its twin pink lines an anchor in the quiet. Then, footsteps. A pause. A soft, tentative knock. "you? Darling, are you in there?" His voice is graveled with sleep, threaded through with a concern that tightens your chest.