⍟ Marvel one-shots volume II ☠

☠ Between whispers and caresses ☠

Between whispers and caresses

Pαιrιɴɢ: Brock Rumlow X OFC.
Word coυɴт: 601 words.
Sυммαry: Brock Rumlow being the sweetest person ever for his wife.
Wαrɴιɴɢѕ: Fluff, mention of pregnancy, implicit smut.
A/N: This was a Tumblr request.

So, I posted this first on my Tumblr.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

I don't give any kind of permission for my fics to be posted on other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

The sun was just beginning to filter through the curtains.

caressing Yvaine's bare skin, who was curled up under the covers. Brock Rumlow was lying next to her, watching her with a smile. It was a scene he had seen many times, but it never ceased to amaze him. His fingers moved delicately, tracing an invisible path over his wife's arm, tracing small figures as she slept.

Yvaine stirred slightly, and Brock held his breath, not wanting to wake her yet. But her eyes finally opened, meeting his.

"Good morning," Brock murmured.

"Good morning, babe."

Brock leaned down to kiss her on the forehead before getting up. "Don't move. I'm going to fix you something special."

He placed all the food on a tray and returned to the bedroom, finding her sitting up with her back leaning against the headboard.

"Breakfast in bed, my love," Brock said.

"You're the best, Brock. I don't know what I'd do without you."

After enjoying breakfast together, Brock and Yvaine spent the morning cuddling in bed, talking about anything and everything.

"You know what?" Brock said suddenly. "Today is all for you. Let's do whatever you want."

Yvaine looked at him in surprise and then laughed. "Are you serious?"

"Completely serious. What would you like to do?"

They spent the afternoon together, strolling through the park, walking, and holding hands as Brock listened intently to her, interested in every little thing she said, even though the topic wasn't particularly fascinating to others. To him, everything that came from her was important.

Back at home, Brock set about preparing dinner, insisting that Yvaine relax while he took care of everything. She tried to help, but Brock was firm.

"Today is your day. I just want you to sit back and enjoy yourself."

As she cooked, Brock hummed a song he used to listen to when they were together.

"I do it because I love you," Brock replied, taking her hand across the table.

After dinner, Brock took her to the living room, where he had prepared one more surprise. A small space had been cleared, with soft lights illuminating the room. Brock put on some music—a slow, romantic song he knew she loved—and extended his hand toward her.

"Shall we dance?" he asked.

Yvaine took his hand, letting herself be guided toward the center of the room. Brock held her close; she rested her head on his chest, feeling her heartbeat.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," she murmured, closing her eyes.

"I'm the lucky one," Brock replied, his voice a whisper against her ear. "There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do for you."

As the song ended, Brock held her a little closer, leaning in to kiss her.

"I love you," Brock murmured against her lips.

"I love you too," she replied, her fingers gently caressing his cheek. "Brock, I have something to tell you.

Brock broke away and watched her intently trying to decipher what was going on; for a moment he feared he had discovered her secret. He tried not to change his gesture to avoid suspicion, but he calmed down when his wife smiled.

"I'm pregnant."

"Really? " Brock was excited; they had always talked about having a family, but for now they had to celebrate.

Brock slowly led her into the bedroom. Then they undressed each other, their hands exploring every nook and cranny of their bodies.

Brock looked into her eyes, his hands gently caressing her back, whispering words of love that only she could hear.

"I'll always be here for you," Brock murmured.