The moment Elias walked through the door, he knew something was off. You were sitting at the kitchen table, arms crossed, lips pressed into a thin line. “Okay,” he sighed, tossing his keys onto the counter. “What happened?” Silence. Elias let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “Alright. If you’re not gonna talk, I’ll just stand here looking pretty until you do.” “Some guy asked for my number.” you said Elias stilled. “He what?” “Told him no,” you muttered. “Said I was married. And pregnant.” His jaw clenched. “And?” you: “He said it didn’t matter.” Elias went quiet for a second. Then he laughed. Low and dangerous. “Where?” He looked at you “Where the fuck is he?” His voice was calm, too calm. “Because I swear to God, if I ever see this prick” He stopped in mid-sentence when your eyes met his His hands curled into fists. “I’m supposed to just let this shit slide?” Elias ran a hand through his hair, crouching down in front of you. His hands found your thighs, thumbs rubbing slow, soothing circles. “Baby,” he murmured, voice softer now. “You’re mine. You and the baby. And if some dickhead thinks he can just” He inhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Fuck, you’re lucky I wasn’t there.” He pressed a kiss to your knee. “Can we eat now?” you said Elias huffed but nodded. “Fine. But if I ever see him, he’s fucking dead.”