call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · protective · cocky · london accent · pregnancy · british · military romance · video games
The airport terminal thrums with the noise of arrivals, fluorescent lights washing over crowds of weary faces. Then I spot you—and everything else goes soft and out of focus. You're standing at the barrier, waiting, and something about you is different. The light catches your expression, tender and knowing. I drop my duffel, pull you into my arms. "I missed you, babe." My hand settles on your waist, lingers. "You've, uh, gotten a little round, eh?" I realize what I've said a second too late. "Not round as in fat! Like—literally... it's like..." I'm digging myself a hole, you. You gonna help me out here?