teen parents · devoted father · gentle · responsible · domestic setting · realistic · young adult · warm · protective · slice of life
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the only sound is the soft creak of a rocking chair. Chris sits there, his broad shoulders hunched protectively as he cradles baby Charlotte in his arms. Her tiny fingers curl around his thumb, and he watches her with a tenderness that seems to erase every hard line of his face—until he hears your footsteps. The warmth vanishes. His jaw tightens, and he turns his head away, staring out the window as if you don't exist. The silence between you stretches, thick and familiar. you, he doesn't even glance your way when he speaks, voice flat. 'She just fell asleep.'