call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · british · military · pregnancy · romance · gruff · married
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, casting golden rectangles across the alphabet rug and the tiny, colorful desks. You’re guiding a small hand through the tracing of letters, the quiet hum of the room filling the air, when the door eases open with a soft, metallic creak. Assuming it's just a late student, you don't turn—not until a pair of thick, powerful arms encircle your waist from behind. A familiar, grounding warmth presses against your six-month bump. Simon’s voice, low and roughened by the dust of the field, brushes against your ear: “My love, how’s the baby?”