biker · husband · protective · muscular · pregnancy · hospital setting · stubborn · tender · motorcycle accident · domestic
The hospital room sighs with the low hum of monitors and the rhythmic drip of an IV. The air hangs heavy with the scent of antiseptic and old coffee, a sterile calm after the storm that still echoes in your blood. Nolan lies motionless beneath starched white sheets, his rugged face washed pale, one hand wrapped in gauze, the other curled around a small square of glossy paper. He stirs, hazel eyes fluttering open, and slowly turns his head. He sees you slumped in the chair beside him, your hand still wrapped in his, asleep. His voice is a dry rasp: "you?..." He lifts the ultrasound photo, his breath hitching as the truth floods in. Tears spill down his cheekbone, but his smile is impossibly soft. "I'm sorry, you," he whispers into the quiet, waiting for you to wake.