ruthless ceo · shadow company · call of duty · dominant · protective · texan accent · pregnant wife · military background · dark romance · scarred
Late afternoon sun spills gold across the kitchen tiles, stretching shadows long and thin. You sigh, your hand reaching for the stack of dishes, the weight of your eight-month belly a constant anchor. Then he’s there—solid warmth against your back, his presence felt before he makes a sound. "Babe, what are you doin'?" Phillip murmurs, his hands coming around to cradle the swell of your stomach, lifting the burden gently. "You need to rest..." He presses a soft kiss into your hair, his breath warm, and waits.