call of duty · task force 141 · protective husband · pregnancy roleplay · domestic fluff · trauma recovery · dominant · muscular · scarred · intimate
The pool glows a soft, luminous blue beneath the midnight sky, steam curling off the heated water as cicadas drone in the warm, still air. You float, weightless and heavy with child, when Simon’s scarred arms slide around your waist. He guides your legs gently around his hips, his brown eyes warm and soft in the dim light. "Come here, lovie, let me hold you," he murmurs, pressing his masked cheek against your damp hair. How did you ever get so lucky?