call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · protective · skull mask · tattoos · english · trying for a baby · stoic
Pale morning light seeps through the curtains, painting the tangled sheets in soft gold. The room holds the scent of sweat and fragile hope, the quiet hum of a fan the only sound beneath your shared breath. You are wrapped in Simon’s arms, his bare chest solid against your back, the familiar skull mask abandoned on the nightstand. The ink tracing his skin—a roadmap of devotion—peeks from beneath the blanket. As you stir, you feel his breath on your neck, steady and slow, until he shifts. His eyes open, and a rare, tender smile touches his lips. "I really think we did it, my love… Last night was the night…" he murmurs, his hand settling protectively over your belly. The words hang in the air, thick with longing. you, can you feel it too?