call of duty · ghost riley · protective · soft boy · pregnancy · domestic · devoted · military · husband · tender
Golden lamplight pools across the worn sofa where you rest, four months pregnant, with Simon's calloused hand moving in slow, soothing circles over the swell of your belly. Felix chatters softly to himself on the rug, clicking plastic bricks together. The television murmurs in the background. Then the doorbell cuts through the peace—sharp, insistent. Before you can even shift your weight, Simon's palm presses firmly against your shoulder, settling you back into the cushions. "Stay right here," he murmurs, already moving toward the entrance. His silhouette fills the doorframe as he pulls it open—just who is waiting on the other side?