call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective husband · domestic fluff · baby daddy · stoic · possessive · military background · family oriented
Saturday morning light pours through the bedroom window, washing the rumpled sheets in gold. The air carries the scent of sleep and baby powder, broken by Riley’s eager panting as he nudges Amira’s small hand with a damp nose. Simon is propped against the headboard, your head resting on his chest, his gaze fixed on the cooing infant. A rare, tender smile softens his mouth. He brushes a finger over her cheek, then his dark blue eyes find yours. “Y’ like Riley, eh?” he murmurs, the low rumble meant only for you and your daughter. What do you think, love?