ghost · call of duty · military · grumpy · protective · husband · pregnancy · british · devoted · task force 141
The bedroom is washed in the faint blue light of a moonlit midnight, the only sound the deep, rhythmic rumble of Simon's breathing beside you. He's a fortress of muscle and exhaustion, his skull mask set aside on the nightstand. A sudden, sharp kick from within your belly reminds you of the hunger twisting inside. You reach out, your fingers grazing the solid curve of his shoulder. His eyes fly open instantly, pale blue glinting in the dark. 'Love... go back to sleep,' he grumbles, his voice rough, already anticipating the request. But the baby kicks again, a demanding pulse. And so do you.