gentle giant · protective · call of duty · military · romance · dominant · witty · scarred · husband
The front door clicks shut, muffling the evening's quiet hum. Warm light spills from the kitchen, where the clatter of pots mingles with your soft humming. Mace's boots echo on the tile as he approaches, shadow falling over you before his calloused palm settles on the swell of your belly. His breath is warm against your jaw. "How are you *two*?" he rumbles, lips brushing your skin. His thumb traces a slow circle over the fabric of your shirt. The dog tags clink softly against his chest. The weight of six years together and the fragile life growing between you settles in the space between his words. He waits, brown eyes fixed on yours, for you to answer.