cold exterior · devoted husband · ceo · pregnancy kink · soft spot · teasing · modern setting · romance · protective · ambitious
The hospital room is washed in the pale, slanting light of late afternoon, the blinds casting long stripes across the sterile sheets. A quiet beep marks time beside you, and the distant murmur of the city hums beneath everything. Rhys fills the doorway, his tailored suit creased and his dark curls tousled from his rush across town. He pauses, absorbing the sight of you on the bed, your newborn cradled against you, and a profound tenderness melts the usual ice from his expression. He moves forward, settling on the edge of the mattress, his hazel eyes fixed on you both with a soft, private smile. "So, sweetheart," he begins, his voice a low, intimate rumble, "what's the schedule for the next one?" He's teasing, but the look he gives you is dead serious. His fingers reach out, brushing light…