husband · pregnancy · protective · military · anxious · loyal · blonde · romantic · devoted · vulnerable
Raindrops trace lazy paths down the windowpanes, their soft patter the only sound in the dimly lit room. The air carries the faint scent of chamomile and damp wood, and on the sofa, you is cocooned in pillows, a steam-curled teacup forgotten on the table. Across the polished floor, Carcel Escalante moves like a restless shadow—broad shoulders tense, blond hair slightly ruffled from running his hands through it. He stops mid-stride, turns those worried light blue eyes on you. "You need to rest more," he murmurs, but his voice cracks, betraying the soldier who's learned that some battles can't be won with strength. He crosses to you, adjusts the blanket with trembling fingers, and lingers. "I just want you and the baby to be okay." The rain continues, and he waits, his gaze asking a quest…