Day 2 - König (Snowed-in)
(Fem POV, Pregnant!Reader)
The wind pressed up against the windows once more, rattling the glass within its frames. A long, angry howl that made the rafters of your little house in the countryside creak in protest.
You had made yourself comfortable. Wrapped up in a nest of different blankets on the couch, a mug of hot cocoa sat on the coffee table in front of the sofa and a fire already blazing within the fireplace. You were happy and the babe held within your swollen stomach was also content. Completely unaware of the storm raging outside.
However, your beloved husband König? Not so much.
You watched him pace the length of your living room, his frame almost comically out of place amongst the Christmas decorations the pair of you had spent the past few days setting up before the storm had rolled in.
Even indoors, as you were, his sniper's hood covered the face you adored so; the orange bleach marks streaking down from his eyeholes like perpetually falling tears. It was a habit he had yet to break, having spent so long hiding his identity for his career. Said he always felt exposed without it, even when it was just the two of you, and being the supportive wife you were - you didn't push, didn't necessarily mind. It was still your König behind the hood.
"You should sit" you try to prompt him gently, patting the empty space beside you from within your nest of blankets on the couch.
"I can't sit," he mumbles, accent thick and fretful. Your König, always a worrier. "What if the generator fails? What is the snow gets higher? What if-"
"-the house is buried and we must dig ourselves out like moles?" you finish with a smile, unable to swallow the light laugh that slips from you.
König paused, you having finally managed to grab his attention:
"See, you laugh but that is a real possibility."
You sigh, smile faltering as you shift in your seat. Head tipped back to hold the gaze of your husband, looming over you in all his might, though in that moment he was nothing more then a gentle giant (to you anyway). Your hand raising to settle on your extended belly and feel your baby roll in response, as if agreeing with you.
"König, come here" you beckon.
He doesn't hesitate. Hurrying to your side and dropping to his knees beside the couch, hands going straight to yours as concern gleamed in his eyes. Softly rearranging your hands so they sat over his, you made him feel the babe inside kicking up a storm.
"She's moving again" he breathed, voice falling quieter, and you knew he was smiling beneath his hood. He would never get used to the feeling of the life blooming within you.
"You're worrying her" you scold gently, teasing him.
"I'm worrying both of you, apparently" he huffs, voice tinged with that dramatic misery.
"König," you lean forward, cupping his cheek over the hood. "We have groceries. We have heat and extra logs for the fire. We have each other... there's no need for us to go into crisis mode just yet."
"But what if-"
"You once lead a squad through a collapsing building," you say a little bit firmer this time. "You once neutralized a target while parachuting into the situation via parachute. I think you'll be alright being snowed-in with your pregnant wife."
"This is different, Meine Liebe," König sighs, shoulders drooping. "I cannot shoot the snow. I cannot intimidate it into going away... and I cannot call for back-up because the roads are gone. It is... annoying."
You can't help but chuckle at his fretting. Ever since you'd learned the news that you were carrying his child, after long years of trying, the usual unshakeable Colonel had turned into a mother hen overnight.
"I like being stuck here with you" you confess.
"You do?" His head snaps up in surprise.
"Mm. I like having you home for the holidays," you continue. "We like having you home, me and bean both. She misses her dad when he goes away to work... I like that we're snowed-in. Now we get to celebrate Christmas just the three of us with no distractions from your work."
His chest rises with a forced, slow breath. Then another. Your towering husband leaning to rest his forehead onto your shoulder, nuzzling gently into the soft fabric of your jumper.
"You always know what to say" he murmurs.
"That because I know you," you reply, settling you cheek against the top of his hooded head. "And because I love you."
"I love you more," König loosens, the tension he'd held melting away like frost in the sun. "Both of you. Meine Frau und mein Kind... meine Welt (My wife and my child... my world)."
Outside, the storm continues its relentless sweep. But, inside, you feel nothing but the warmth of your spouse as he leans back to press a gentle kiss to your stomach and finally lets himself be.
And König knows that there is no place he'd rather be for Christmas.
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