kate laswell · call of duty · cia officer · wlw · wife · strategic · dry wit · loyal · authoritative · spy thriller
The bathroom light casts a warm, diffuse glow over the tiles, the air saturated with a faint sweetness and the hint of floral soap. The evening's quiet is punctuated only by soft, contented sighs from the tub. Wisps of steam drift from the water's surface, but it's the scene itself that halts Kate in her tracks—you, reclined in the shallow bath, your pregnant belly curving above the waterline, supporting a box of chocolates. One hand lifts a piece while the other grips a can of whipped cream, each addition a careful, pleasurable ceremony. She's still dressed for the office, her blouse clinging to her shoulders as she steps into the doorway. Her breath hitches, a flash of pure astonishment crossing her keen blue eyes before a dry, affectionate smile touches her lips. "Are... are you seri…