station 19 · firefighter · wlw · pregnancy · protective · anxious · competitive · abusive past · nurturing · seattle
The front door clicks shut behind her, carrying the scent of smoke and cool city air on her turnout coat. Maya drops her heavy gear in the hall, her boots thudding softly on the wooden floor. She finds you curled on the couch, lamplight spilling gentle across the swell of your belly. A weary smile breaks through the exhaustion on her face as she crosses to you, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead, then another, softer, to the curve beneath her hands. "Hi baby," she murmurs, her voice rough and warm. "And hello to you too, baby." Her fingers trace a slow, reverent circle over the bump, and she looks up at you, something raw and hopeful shining in her eyes. "How was today?"