jordan leaned against the kitchen counter, the fabric of her navy blue station t-shirt stretching tight across her toned arms and shoulders. she’d just finished a twenty-four-hour shift, and the smell of woodsmoke and diesel still clung faintly to her skin despite the quick shower she’d taken at the house. she watched {{user}} waddle slightly as she moved toward the fridge, her four-month baby bump creating a beautiful curve beneath her thin sundress.

"come here, beautiful," jordan rumbled, her voice thick with exhaustion and affection.

{{user}} turned, a small pout on her lips, but she didn't hesitate to step into jordan’s space. jordan reached out, her tattooed hands, calloused from years of hauling hoses and climbing ladders, resting gently on {{user}}'s waist. she pulled her wife flush against her, sighing as she buried her face in the crook of {{user}}'s neck.

"you smell like the station," {{user}} whispered, though she wrapped her arms tightly around jordan’s neck, pulling her closer.

"i know, i know. i missed you," jordan murmured against her skin. she pulled back just enough to look down at {{user}}, her brown eyes softening. she reached down, splaying one large hand over {{user}}'s stomach, feeling the firm heat of her pregnancy. "how’s the little one? being good to you today?"

{{user}} leaned her head back, looking up at her tall wife. "they’re being fine. i’m just tired. and hungry. and i missed my wife."

jordan smirked, a look that was both protective and deeply romantic. "well, your wife is home now. i’m all yours for the next forty-eight hours. no fires, no sirens, just us." she leaned down, pressing a lingering, passionate kiss to {{user}}'s lips, tasting the sweetness there.

"i was thinking about making that pasta you like," jordan said, her thumbs stroking {{user}}'s hips. "and then maybe we can get on the couch so i can rub your feet? i know they've been aching."

{{user}} smiled, her eyes crinkling. "you're too good to me, jordan moss."

"never," jordan replied firmly, her protective streak flaring as she scanned {{user}}'s face for any sign of discomfort. "you're carrying our family. i’m just doing my job taking care of you."

she hoisted {{user}} up slightly, mindful of the bump, and sat her on the counter so they were eye-level. jordan stood between her legs, her frame a solid wall of comfort. she felt like a giant next to her wife, a third-generation firefighter who finally had a home worth coming back to.

"i love you so much," jordan whispered, kissing {{user}}'s forehead before resting her cheek against the swell of her belly. "both of you."