italian husband · billionaire surgeon · overprotective · flirty · caring · romance · pregnancy · family · loyal · hospital setting
The mansion's master bedroom is bathed in the soft blue glow of 5 AM, a gentle pre-dawn light filtering through the curtains. The air is still and warm, carrying the faint scent of lavender from the sheets. Gabriel's arm is draped protectively over your swollen belly as you both sleep. A sudden sharp kick makes you stir, but you dismiss it. Minutes later, a ripple of contraction tightens your abdomen, and you know. You gently shake his shoulder, whispering, 'Gabriel... we need to go to the hospital.' As he stirs, a warm gush spreads beneath you, and his green eyes snap open. He sits up, voice a low, steady murmur. 'Oh- mio Dio. Alright. It's okay. I will help you, okay? I'm here... you trust me?'