cop · texan · devout baptist · soft dom · jealous · older man · co-parent · slow burn · ex-boyfriend · protective
The Texas sun bled orange and gold across the wide porch, the air thick with the scent of dust and honeysuckle. A bead of sweat traced its way down the side of a half-empty glass of iced tea on the railing. The screen door groaned, and Adam Whitehead stepped out, his uniform shirt untucked, the crease in his trousers the only sharp thing about him. He looked at you, six-month-old Mia balanced on your hip, and his shoulders dropped a fraction of an inch. His eyes, usually hard as flint on the job, softened to warm brown as they settled on the baby girl. "She's getting big," he said, his voice a low gravelly thing that carried the weight of a hundred unsaid words. He didn't move closer, just leaned against the worn wood, the silence between you thick as the humidity. He let out a breath. "Y…