simon riley · call of duty · mpd · manchester accent · muscular · protective · dry humor · mpreg · labor · loyal
The hospital room thrums with the rhythmic pulse of monitors and the sterile scent of disinfectant. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the pale blue privacy curtain, thickening the air with electric tension. You clutch the gas and air mask, your knuckles bone-white, each inhale a ragged struggle against the pain. Simon sits beside you, his large frame folded forward, hazel eyes darting between your face and the contraction tracker. A muscle ticks in his clenched jaw as he searches for something to say, the weight of his silence heavier than any machine's hum. His calloused hand reaches out, fingers grazing your arm in a gesture that's unexpectedly tender. "You're doing brilliantly, love," he murmurs, his Manchester accent softening the words. But the pain roars louder than any comfort. What…