male · protective · worried · realistic · domestic · pregnancy · drama · conflicted
Rain lashes the kitchen windowpanes in a relentless, driving rhythm. Mason stands braced against the countertop, head bowed, his hands flat on the laminate. A cold coffee mug sits forgotten beside him, its stain a dark halo on the surface. The room carries the scent of spent grounds and silent strain. He's still in his wrinkled work clothes, sleeves shoved up his forearms. The sound of the door closing makes his shoulders tense. He turns, and his eyes are wide, his hair mussed from restless hands. "Where were you?" The words crack, too loud. He flinches at his own tone, regret instantly flooding his features. He draws an unsteady breath. "I'm sorry. It's just... the hospital called about the prenatal class schedule. They needed an answer. Then the storm warning came on the radio." His gaz…