PAIRING: Possessive Lawyer Higuruma x Black House Wife Reader
WARNING: MDNI/ Modern AU, Angst, Micro Cheating, Insecure Reader, Established Relationship, Higuruma is actually down bad, Evil Shimizu, P In V, Reader is Freaked out but so is Higuruma, Higuruma a bit clueless
Synopsis: Higuruma is a hard working lawyer who doesn’t have time for his wife and doesn’t notice his very touchy coworker.
AUTHORS NOTE: GUYSSSS OMG, I have such a thing for tired looking men with big noses, so soon as my husband was animated, yk I was on that!!!!! The things I would for this man should be studied. TAKING REQUEST !!!!
Not proofread, sorry for the mistakes !!!!!
The distance didn’t begin with Shimizu, it began with silence.
With Higuruma coming home later than usual, with the way he would loosen his tie but not pull you into his arms like used to. With how his eyes, once warm and heavy with affection when they rested on you, now skimmed past you like you were part of the room instead of the reason he came home.
Yet you still waited up for him, still wore gold because he once said it made your skin glow like candlelight.
Still moisturized your legs before bed because he used to slide his hand over them absentmindedly while reading.
But now when you stood in the doorway of his study in silk and patience, he only glanced up briefly.
“Yes?’ He questioned as if you were bothersome.
“Nothing,” you murmured. “I was just going to bed.”
He didn’t mean it cruelly and that was the worst part. It was indifferent.
You began noticing yourself differently, the softness at your waist when you sat. The stretch marks on your hips that you once traced with pride. The way your thighs pressed together when you crossed your legs.
You started wondering if Higuruma noticed them too, and if he didn’t like them anymore.
The first time you seen Shimizu, she was touching him and it made something ugly bloom in your chest.
She stood close in his office. Her blazer sharp, tailored, and her posture was confident. Her laugh effortless.
She looked like she belongs in his world. When her hand rested on his shoulder snd slid down slightly, he didn’t flinch.
He didn’t lean in either, he just didn’t notice. But you did. And when she titled her head and said softly,
“You deserve someone who understand the pressure you carry,” your stomach twisted.
Because you understood him, you just didn’t look like her while doing it. You weren’t someone who argued back or felt the need to defend yourself when necessary. You basked in silence and avoiding confrontation.
You walked away from his office before anyone could see you, his forgotten lunch still gripped tightly in your hand. You smiled at the receptionist as you left, hoping she wouldn’t tell him that you stopped by. Hoping your face didn’t show any hint of sadness even if your heart felt heavy.
That night you stood in front of your mirror longer than usual. You turned sideways, adjusted your bra strap, smoothed your stomach with your palm. You wondered was this why he was so distant.
And you hated yourself for thinking it but what if Higuruma preferred someone sharper, less soft, less home. It made your stomach churn the thought of Higuruma being with someone else that best fit him.
Over run with your thoughts by the end of the night made you cry yourself to sleep. When you woke in the morning and Higuruma’s side of the bed was empty and cold as it was the night before you decided. Decided to stop giving out the energy you weren’t getting back.
So you started pulling away.
If he didn’t touch you first, you didn’t touch him. If he didn’t look at you twice, you stopped dressing to be looked at. You stopped keeping up with your hair, keeping it in small twist under a silk scarf.
You stopped wearing silk around the house, stopped waiting in doorways. Stopped staying up late to see him come in because that was the only time you ever saw him.
He noticed the withdrawal but not the reason.
One evening, to your surprise he was home, away from work and not cooped up in his office. He sat in the living room, coffee mug in hand as the news played on the tv.
You stared at the back of his frame, his hair messy and unkept, different from usual style. His shoulders relaxed but still held tension from work, his white long sleeve shirt clung to his body, while his right arm flexed with every movement he made.
You stood there watching him for a good minute, watching the man you remembered him to be. Your phone rung in your hand snapping you of your trance and causing your husband to turn his head towards you.
You guys locked eyes and before he could speak you picked up your phone call and walked into the kitchen.
Higuruma’s eyebrows furrowed, there was no way you just ignored him for a phone call. He stood up going into the kitchen where you were just ending your call with Shoko.
“Who was that?” He questioned, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. Gray sweats hanging low on his hips.
“Shoko.” Your response was short as you took out stuff to cook with.
“What were you guys talking about?” He asked, looking you up and down.
The way your shorts clung to your body and your coils framed your face. His eyes traced your bare thighs over and over again.
“We’re going somewhere later on and she just wanted to confirm if I was going or not.” You said causing Higuruma’s eyes to snap back up to your face.
“You’re leaving today when I’m off?”
“I didn’t know you were off today.”
“Great now you do, so cancel your plans,” he said moving behind you, halting your movements. His frontside pressed against your back, and his lips on your neck.
Before it could get any further you stepped away from him completely.
“I already confirmed, i have to go get ready,” You said quickly while turning in the direction of the stairs.
Higuruma stared at you intensely as you walked away from him. His fist clenched in confusion as to why you pulled away from him. He followed you upstairs.
“Are you okay?” He questioned, watching you maneuver from the bathroom to your closet.
“You’ve been distant,” he said.
You stopped walking, your body now turned towards him. You just stared at him in disbelief, you’ve been distant? Me? You questioned in your head.
“Funny you say that because I learned it from you.” You said as you continued walking into the closet, done with the argument before it started.
He followed you into the closet much to your dismay, “I’ve been busy”
“I know Higuruma. I know, I’ll be back later on.” You said completely ending the conversation, going into the bathroom with a shut of the door.
He stared at the bathroom door, confused. Trying to analyze every situation that could have you acting like this but still coming up empty in the end.
When you left, you didn’t say bye nor did you say I love you and you didn’t kiss him like you usually did. His heart pulled at his chest tying to figure out what he did to his wife.
It was a week since that day, by the time you returned home he was leaving for work. And you didn’t leave him room for conversation. Wishing him to have a good day and that was all.
Shimizu noticed it. She always noticed how stress Higuruma was but this was different from his work stress.
She walked towards him, hands laying on his shoulders as he tensed up.
“You look more stressed than usual Mr. Higuruma,” Her voice soft but sharp, but Higuruma paid her no mind as she rubbed her palms into his shoulder because his only thought was you.
She continued rubbing his shoulders, and he didn’t stop her. Not because he didn’t want to but because his mind was too busy on other things to notice.
“Do you think I am away from my wife to much?” He questioned causing Shimizu to stop her movements.
“I think your wife needs to understand you’re busy with work Higuruma, and if she doesn’t understand than maybe she isn’t the one for you.” She said with a roll of her eyes.
Higuruma didn’t answer nor did he take her words into consideration. He thought about the company party and how he would invite you to meet everyone finally.
He sent you a message about it which you just hearted. No response, just a stupid message reaction. He excused himself from Shimizu touch as he left his office.
Over the week it escalated, Shimizu started staying later at the office with him. You knew because sometimes he would come home with her perfume lingering faintly on his jacket. Floral. Light. Professional.
You smelt it when he would hang his suit in the closet. Your chest tightened.
One afternoon, you returned to his office to drop off a document he had forgotten. The door was closed this time. You knocked once but there was no answer. You pushed it open slightly.
Shimizu stood beside him again but this time her hand wasn’t on his shoulder. It was on his chest. Flat, like she was steadying herself. Like she belonged with him.
They were laughing, he removed her hand but gently. Absentmindedly. She didn’t look embarrassed rather she look encouraged.
“You’re too serious,” she said softly. ‘Your wife must have a hard time getting you to relax.”
He adjusted his glasses. “She manages.”
She leaned in closer, lips against his ear as she whispered to him, “I could help.”
Your stomach turned before you stepped inside fully. Her eyes flickered to you and she smiled. She wasn’t startled by you nor ashamed you’d just caught her. Just amused like touching someone else’s husband was a joke.
You felt small in that moment, not because you were less. But because she wasn’t afraid of you.
“You must be his wife.” She said causing Higuruma to turn in his chair, slightly surprised you were there.
“You didn’t need to come.” He said softly taking the documents from your hand. He leaned in to kiss you but you turned your head so his lips landed on your cheek.
He stepped back face showing confusion, but you weren’t looking at him but rather past him at Shimizu who sat against his deck.
Leg crossed over the other, her short hair perfectly styled as she tapped her red nails against his desk. She stared back at you, her eyes going up and down your body in the blue and white floral sundress you wore. And suddenly you felt there was a thousand eyes on you.
You looked back towards Higuruma who was still staring at you, confused as to why you turned your head. You looked between him and her and the sight if her whispering in his ear lingered on your mind.
“It must be exhausting,” she said breaking the silence, her voice sweet but condescending, “being such a devoted housewife.”
The word sat strangely in that room. You clenched your fist and then unclenched them. Higuruma watching your reaction but still not saying anything.
You smiled politely at her although your thoughts were everything but.
“It isn’t, Higuruma may I speak to you alone,” you said turning around and walking out of his office.
You and him walked in silence all the way to your car.
Higuruma spoke first, “Thank you for dropping these off to me.”
“You’re welcome, you and Shimizu seem close for coworkers,”
His face scrunched in confusion, he thought him and Shimizu were like any other coworker who joked around on occasion.
“We are close, everyone in the office is considering we spend most of the day together.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders.
You look at him as you felt your heart split into two. So he was falling for her because he spent most of the day with her. You understood it now.
Nodding your head, you kissed him on the cheek and got into the car leaving him standing there confused.
Higuruma watched you drive off, were you jealous of him and Shimizu’s relationship? He questioned but that was impossible, he’s never known you as a woman to be jealous nor insecure. He continue thinking about it but dismissed it, thinking certainly introducing you to everyone at the party would fix this.
That night, you couldn’t look at yourself without seeing comparison. Your stretch marks, your curves, the softness he once worshipped. Did he still? Or had he grown used to it? Bored by it?
You didn’t want to give up on your relationship although you pulled back. You still wanted him and you hoped he still wanted you.
When he came home you tried something bold. You wore red, deep red, off the shoulder.
When he walked into the room his breath caught in his throat watching you at your vanity in his favorite color. You stood walking towards him as his eyes looked you up and down.
Your lips pressed against his and Higuruma put his hands on your waist pushing you back a bit. Shock written across your face, he gave you an apologetic look, lip gloss staining his lips.
‘I’m tired baby.” He said walking away from you as he loosened his tie.
You stood there fist clenched as you bit your lip to stop yourself from crying. This was it, Higuruma really didn’t want you anymore.
It was the day of the office party when you saw Higuruma again. By the time he came in you were asleep and by the time you wet up he was gone. You thought he was avoiding you after you failed attempt at sex.
You and Higuruma walked into the party that was held on a rooftop bar that overlooked the city. Lawyers and assistants mingling, laughter loud, drinks clinking.
You walked beside him, back straight. You felt eyes on you, men noticed you, woman noticed. Shimizu noticed as she approached with a drink in hand.
“You clean up well outside the courtroom,” she told him. Her hand brushed his forearm slightly when she handed him a glass.
She didn’t remove it immediately, you saw it, everyone saw it.
She leaned close to his ear to say something over the music, lips brushing dangerously near his cheek. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought she was attempting to steal a kiss on his cheek.
He didn’t step back fast enough and that caused your stomach to drop, not out rage but humiliation. Everyone around the room watched the interaction and you felt like a spectator in your own marriage.
When she laughed and pressed her hand lightly against his chest again, you stepped forwardly calmly and placed your hand on his biceps.
“May we go talk in private please?” Your voice was soft and his eyes immediately look down at you, surprised.
Shimizu smiled, “Don’t steal him for too long.”
You met her gaze giving her a smile, “I won’t.”
You pulled him towards the balcony door so you two would be alone.
“I’m done with this Higuruma, I want to go home,” you said trying not to cry but frustration laced in your voice.
He looked at you and he watched tears well up in your eyes. “What’s wrong,” he said grabbing your face.
You stepped back, wiping a single tear that fell down your face.
“You’ve been distant with the excuse of being busy with work, and I understand that Higuruma. But can you explain to me your relationship with your assistant please because it seems more like you two are married than we are. I am competing with her at an office party you invited me to, if the goal was to embarrass me, trust me I’ve been feeling more embarrassed than you know.” You said letting all your pent up thoughts out at once.
Higuruma stared at you in disbelief, never once in the 5 years he has known you have you ever raised your voice. He took in your words replaying everything.
“I never intended for it to seem that way when it came to Shimizu and I am not here to embarrass you. Never in my life have I thought about embarrassing you in any way. You’re not competing with Shimizu, I don’t understand why you feel like that.”
Higuruma reached for you as you stepped back, hugging yourself in disbelief. He cannot be serious right now. There is no way eh doesn’t realize her actions.
“She touches you in public, she makes snarky comments towards me to you and you never correct it. If I am just your housewife Higuruma, what does that make her? Your workwife?” You question you voice becoming raised.
“I understand that she oversteps-,” he started.
“And you allow it, over and over again you allow it.” You said cutting him off.
His jaw tightened, “I don’t encourage her to act like that towards me, I’m sure she is just a touchy person. There is no reason for you to get upset over something trivial.”
You scoff, “You don’t discourage her, you don’t put the fact out there that you’re married when she is whispering your eye or rubbing your shoulders. Could you imagine if I went to work and my male coworker did that and I didn’t stop him. If he continuously gave you a title that deemed you less than what you were. How would you react?”
Higuruma’s eyes darkened and his fist clenched thinking of another man even breathing in your direction and you allowing it. Then he replayed everything with Shimizu and the distance he’s been giving you over and over again. He looked at you, tears running down your face and his heart clenched.
“I stood there feeling small, for the past few months I’ve been trying to get back to what we knew. I even started questioning myself and my worth.” You said tears streaming down your face. “Am I good enough for him?” “Maybe he isn’t’ attracted to me anymore” “Am i failing as his wife?” You repeated every questioned you asked yourself back to him.
“Every night I have cried myself to sleep because my husband decided that work was more important. And I have always understood the workload you have but you have never not made time for me. Then I visit you at your office and I see you and your coworker in each others faces because you two got close because of work.”
Higuruma let you speak as his heart tugged at it strings, he didn’t want to interrupt you, he wanted to give you a chance to let it all out. But he understood now. Understood why you started pulling away from him. Because he did it first unintentionally.
“I can’t do this anymore Higuruma, please go be where you’re happy, where you’re familiar.” You said turning towards the doors to leave.
Higuruma grabbed you turning back to him. “You think I don’t want you?” He questioned.
“You think I don’t feel the same way I feel since the first days I laid eyes on you? You think I would leave you for someone like Shimizu, leave the love of my life for someone as insignificant as she?” He said pulling you towards him and you cried in his chest trying to get out of his arms.
“I have never once looked at another woman and felt temptation, but every time I look at you I force composure. I love you more than anything and this life and I would choose you every time. I am sorry for being a bad husband, for neglecting you, your body and our marriage. You’re the only woman I have ever thought was meant for me.”
He squeezed you tighter as your sobs turnt into soft hiccups, “Only you baby.”
You pulled away from him as he looked down at you prepared for you to run again. When you stood there trying to find the lie, he just stared back at you up and down.
The way the dress hugged your body and your tear stained face and red eyes. He hated it to happen at this moment but he felt his pants tighten.
“Prove it Higuruma, prove everything you’re saying to me,” your voice soft and shaky.
His eyes darkened with need, and he knew you needed him as bad as he needed you. He looked up to find half of the party watching you guys, their eyes on your backside that was poking through your dress.
Shimizu staring as well but not at you, but at him with a slight smirk on her face. He stared at her for a moment recalling all her actions and how he let it past and he understood why you felt like that. Higuruma wouldn’t know what to do if you ever put him in that situation.
He looked back towards you and cupped your face in his hand. Kissing you slowly and intentionally, a way to claim you in front of everyone at the party. Because he was yours and you were his.
“Let’s go home,” He said breathlessly, not remembering the last time you two shared a kiss like that.
He gripped your hands in his as he walked past everyone in the crowd, eyes solely focused on you. Even when Shimizu tried to stop him he ignored her. Determined to get home and show you he meant what he said.
The ride back home was silent, his eyes darting from the road to you every five minutes. He hated himself for making you feel that way, for making you feel less than what you were. He grabbed your hand again, apologizing again as he kissed it.
Higuruma stepped into the door first, hand still connected with yours. Not running you to run away from him again.
“Go upstairs and wait for me,” he said kissing you on the lips again, watching you walk up the stairs. Higuruma loosened his tie and followed you upstairs leaving his phone and anything work related downstairs.
You heard his footsteps coming up the stairs and you took a deep breath. You were nervous, scared even. It’d been so long, what if he didn’t like your body anymore. All thoughts flew out of your head when the room door opened.`
Higuruma stared at you like his favorite dessert and it made your insides tingle. He stepped closer to you until he was between your legs and you were looking up at him.
“I will never let you feel small or unworthy in my presence again,” he said as his hand reached for your jaw keeping your head steady.
“Do you understand baby?” His voice wasn’t loud and it wasn’t distant. You knew he was serious just off the look in his eyes.
“Yes,” your voice soft but no longer shaky. He smiled lazily stepping back to take off his shirt. You leaned back watching him as his abs came into view. Immediately you were wet, and you hated how easily your body reacted to him even if you were supposed to be mad.
He looked at you and smirked at the way your thighs that he loved closed together to feel some type of friction. He walked back over to you, getting on his knees as you continue to lean back watching him.
“I missed you,” He said as he kissed the inside of your thighs forcing your legs open.
You hummed not giving him a response, instead lifting your hips so he could move your dress further up.
He bit the inside of your thigh hard, close to your wet panties and you whimpered but not in pain. He sucked on the part he bit creating a dark bruised spot. Your panties got wetter with each suck, with each tease.
He hooked his fingers around your panties pulling them to the side. You moaned slightly when the cold air came in contact with the your wet heat.
“You missed me so much, you’re soaking over little touches,” he said rubbing his thumb over your clit slowly. Teasing you again.
“Higu,” you whined, wanting him to stop the teasing. He let out a small laugh before pressing his hot mouth against you.
His tongue swirled all around as his hands gripped your waist to stop you from moving. His nose bumping against your clit with each and every lick. He brought one of hands down and entered two fingers into your inviting hole.
Your backed arched off the bed from the pleasure you were receiving. He was eating you like he was trying to tell you something, make some thing clear to you.
His fingers moved faster as his tongue swirled and sucked. You felt his tongue move in different directions and thats when you realize, the freaky fuck was spelling his name.
You gripped his head pushing him deeper into you, if he were to die like this. He would indeed die a happy man.
He felt your warm walls tightening as your moans turned into strangled gasped. His fingers went faster hitting against your g-spot over and over again.
He felt your legs trying to close around his head and your body trying to scoot from him. It was too much for you between his finger, his tongue, and his nose you didn’t know what to do. Well except cum of course.
You came on his face as he continued to rock his fingers inside of you, still holding your waist down. He wasn’t going to stop until he ate every single last drop of cum.
And he did as you pushed his head away. He finally let up with a kiss to your pussy as your legs shook and you were out of breath. You looked up at him as he pulled his fingers out of you and brought it up to your lips.
“Taste yourself, pretty baby,” he cooed at you. You leaned up taking his fingers into your mouth, sucking your juices off his finger like a little slut.
Higuruma’s pants got tighter and he felt you suck his fingers like it was his dick. He watched as you sucked his fingers cleaned. He leaned down taking his fingers out of your mouth, watching your breathlessness with amusement.
He grabbed your chin tilting your mouth open and you felt something hot drip into your mouth. He watched you swallow his spit with no resistance and stuck his tongue in your mouth.
His tongue swirled around yours furiously, furious at himself for denying you so long and furious at you for thinking he would ever let you leave.
Your hands slid down his chest feeling every ridge on his stomach. You undid his belt sliding your hand into his pants, gripping his dick outside of his boxers.
He pulled away from the kiss, dropping his head onto your shoulder. His moans echoed right into your ear as your worked your hands worked him up and down.
“Oh fuck baby slow down,” he said trying not to cum immediately. You didn’t listen instead putting your hands inside in his boxers gripping his dick bare. You brought up a hand to your mouth sucking your own fingers before it bringing it back down using the pre-cum oozing from his dick along with your spit to jerk him off.
Higuruma rutted his hips into your hand like a dog in heat, moans and whimpers slipping out of mouth without shame.
You missed this the most, a man so composed in the courtroom falling apart just from a stroke.
“Does it feel good Higu,” you whispered while licking the shell of his ear.
“Haahh,” he moaned into your neck as you squeezed the tip of his dick.
His moans becoming more erratic as his seed decorated your stomach and hand.
“Uugh,” he moaned breathe less collapsing slightly against your chest, you stroked his dick softly as rope of cum spilled out of him.
He gripped your hand, pulling it away from him and bringing it above your head.
“You trying to kill me? Huh princess?” He said kissing on your neck as you giggled.
“Let me taste you Higu,” you moaned from him sucking on your neck hard enough to leave it bruised.
He brought it your hand that was covered in his cum to your mouth as he watched you clean it with your tongue. His dick becoming hard again from the sight of you swallowing every last of it off of your hand.
“Put it in me baby please,” you said breaking Higuruma out of his trance. He clicked his teeth. Moving his hips up and down against you for some friction.
“Thats not how you ask princess,” his voice teasing.
You whined bucking your hips into his causing him to groan. “Please I need it baby please.” You begged while reaching down again.
Before he could even noticed you gripped his dick and lined it up with you entrance, he didn’t stop you. He watched as you took what was yours and would always be yours.
Your back arched off the back once he fully entered you, he stayed there. Unmoving before pulling out and slamming himself back in over and over again. His dick immediately finding your g-spot and never letting up.
He watched your face twist and contort in pleasure, kissing your lips he drunk up every single last moan.
Through the whole night you and him didn’t stop. He cummed in you so much, it dripped onto the sheets and made a puddle on the sheets below you two. Your juices decorated his lower body and his stomach more times than you can count.
Higuruma laid you in the freshly changed bed after one last round in the shower. Your neck bruised and purple matching the scratches and bruises on him. His work shirt on your body, made his dick twitch again but you were worn out and understood.
He laid next to you and gave you a long kiss, gripping your hair in his hands. Fearing that when he woke you would actually leave him.
You pulled away first breathe less as he stared at you and stared back.
Your fingers traced the hickeys on his body as he continued to stare at you, never wanting to forget what he had waiting for him at home everyday again.
“I never want you to feel how I made you feel again. You’re not in competition with anyone and you’re not just a housewife. You are the love of my life and I wouldn’t have it any other way. And never will I allow my restraint to feel like rejection again. I love you.” He said pulling you into his chest as his arms wrapped around you.
“I love you too Higuruma.” You said taking in his words, knowing he wasn’t lying, you slept peacefully for the first night in his arms. And you woke still in his arms.
It had been two weeks of Higuruma coming home early just to be with you and two weeks of him taking you through the mattress every time he kissed your neck.
He had just left the house, earlier than usual while you were asleep but didn’t forget to leave a note letting you know he had an early morning and that he would be back soon.
The courthouse felt different as he began pulling away from his life here. To was quieter and colder.
Higuruma arrived earlier than usual, earlier than anyone else. His steps were measured, controlled, but there was something sharper underneath.
Shimizu walked in 15 minutes later, heels precise against tile, expression composed as always.
She knocked on his office door light. “Good morning, Higuruma- San.”
“Close the door.” Her smile faltered slightly at his tone but she still obeyed.
He didn’t offer her a seat, he remained standing behind his desk, hands resting slightly against the surface.
“You have repeatedly overstepped professionally boundaries.”
She blinked once. “If this is about the party—“
“You’re overreacting.” She said with a roll of her eyes. He watched her eyes roll in disgust from her behavior.
“No.” He spoke with a calm voice, a terrifyingly calm voice.
“You placed your hands on me in public and in private. You implied my wife was inadequate. You suggested I deserved someone else.”
Her lips pressed thin. “I was only being supportive.”
“You were being inappropriate and I was at fault as well for not stopping you in the moment.” He said.
Silence stretched. She tried once more, softening her voice.
“You’re letting emotion cloud your judgement.”
“My judgement is precise.” He said as he slid a folder across the desk.
“You’re being transferred, effective immediately.”
Her composure cracked. “You’re transferring me? Over your wife’s insecurities?”
The air in the room dropped several degrees. “You will not speak about my wife again.”
His voice didn’t rise but it carried weight.
“She is not insecure. I failed to enforce boundaries. That failure ends today. Be happy you didn’t get fires Shimizu.”
“You’re ruining your reputation over a housewife.” She spoke again condescendingly.
“My marriage, my wife,’ he corrected evenly, “is not a liability.”
“You’ll regret this.” She said stomping out of his office.
“No,” he said simply. “I won’t.”
Security was notified. Her access to the building revoked, her belongings packed.
By noon, her name plate was gone, and for the first time in months the office felt clean.
When came home that evening, something in his posture was different. Not distant nor restrained but it had intent.
When he walked into the room, you were sitting at the edge of the bed, hands clasped together. The house was quiet, but not heavy.
You looked up when he entered, watching as he removed his jacket slowly.
“It’s handled,” he said making your heart skip a beat. “She’s gone.”
“She won’t work in that building again” he said as you studied his face.
“For me?” You questioned.
“For us.” As he said that something in you chest softened but nerves twisted underneath.
“There’s something else,” you said quietly.
He noticed the slight tremor in your voice immediately. His gaze sharpened.
He walked in front of you dropping to knees in front of you. “What is it baby?”
You swallowed before reaching for the nightstand drawer and pulled it out slowly.
He watched your every movement before his breath hitched and the room went completely still.
Your fingers trembled as you held it up, a small white stick, two pink lines.
For a moment he didn’t move and he didn’t breathe. And that scared you, you didn’t know how he was going to react to this.
“We’re pregnant?” He said with tears threatening to fall down his face.
You nodded your head, tears falling down your face as he embraced you tightly.
“You are mine in a way that is no longer theoretical.”The statement wasn’t ownership.It was awe.
“I will not allow you to question your desirability.”
His thumb brushed over your stomach again, gentler now.
“You think I was distant before?”
“With how much I feel.” You stilled.
“When I look at you,” he admitted quietly, “I do not feel calm.”
“I feel protective. Distracted. Possessive.”
His hand slid to your lower back, pulling you closer carefully.
“And now,” he murmured, gaze dropping to your stomach again, “that instinct has multiplied.”
Your fingers found his collar slowly.
“I was scared to tell you.”
He rose, pulling you with him gently.
“You will not carry fear in this house.”
His lips brushed your forehead first. Then your cheek. Then finally, slowly, your mouth.Not rushed. Not heated. But reverent.His hand rested flat against your stomach the entire time. Grounded. Certain.
“You are not small,” he whispered against your lips. “You are not replaceable.”
His forehead pressed lightly to yours.
“And you are not alone in this.”
For the first time in months, the insecurity quieted. Not erased. But held. By him. By certainty.
By the steady weight of his hand resting protectively over both you and the future growing beneath it.
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