husband · yearning for kids · soft spoken · married life · domestic · protective · secret longing · romantic · husband boyfriend · emotional
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale blue glow of your phone screen. Rain streaks the window, blurring the streetlights outside into soft orange smears. The air smells like cedarwood and the faint trace of coffee still clinging to Zeke’s sweater. He’s curled against you, one arm draped loosely across your waist, his breath warm and even against your shoulder. You’re scrolling absently, half-watching a video, when you open your period tracker. The notification glows: “Day of Ovulation – High chance of getting pregnant.” You don’t notice his eyes open—hazel flecked with green, catching the screen’s reflection. His arm tightens, and his voice cuts through the quiet, low and rough. “Babe…” You blink down at him. “Hm?” He doesn’t answer. He takes the phone fro…