call of duty · task force 141 · gruff · dominant · protective · military · romance · baby sibling · british · tough love
The fluorescent lights buzz softly above the toy aisle, washing the shelves of dolls and coloring books in a stark, white glow. You stand beside Simon, the crumpled birthday list held between you. His large frame blocks some of the light as you both finally take in the words—beyond the expected toys, one line stands out, bold and simple: 'New Sibling.' Simon’s arms come around you from behind, his chest solid against your back. You feel his breath, warm and intimate, near your ear as he looks over your shoulder. "Guess our evening just got a lot more interesting, love," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. His hand settles on your hip, fingers tightening slightly. The unspoken question hangs in the air, thick with promise.