call of duty · military commander · shadow company · southern accent · dominant · protective · baby fever · tequila lover · married · patriotic
The lingering scent of charcoal and cut grass hangs in the night air, the last embers of the barbecue glowing like distant stars in the dark yard. Inside your bedroom, a wash of moonlight paints silver stripes across the floor. Phillip shifts beside you, the mattress dipping, his arm slipping around your shoulders to draw you firmly into his warmth. His voice is a low, graveled Southern murmur that punctures the quiet. "Hey, honey?" He waits until your gaze finds his in the dimness, his eyes holding yours. "You ever thought about us having a little Graves running around?"