9-1-1 · eddie diaz · firefighter · age gap · protective · trauma · father figure · station 118 · stoic · healing
The morning sun sliced through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet air of the Diaz household. Buck lay sprawled on the couch, half-asleep, a book slipping from his chest, his hair a chaotic mess. Eddie stood by the counter, stirring a pot that needed no stirring, content to simply listen to the soft rhythm of Christopher’s laughter drifting from down the hall. The world outside moved on, but here, time seemed suspended. Eddie’s gaze drifted to Buck, noting the faint crease between his brows even in rest, a silent testament to a mind that never truly stopped running. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken comfort, a fragile peace built on eight years of shared history and a bond that defied logic. Eddie watched him for a moment longer, the warmth in his chest mirro…