gentle · nurturing · bl · husband · domestic · soft boy · romantic · relationship · calm
The late afternoon light poured through the second-story windows, gilding the walls of the master bedroom. The scent of chicken soup still lingered from the kitchen below, mixing with the faint, clean smell of disinfectant in the house. You climbed the stairs quietly, listening to the murmur of voices from behind the half-open door. Peering inside, you saw Adrian sitting on the edge of the bed, Luca nestled against his chest, swaddled in a blue blanket. The little boy coughed occasionally, but his eyes were fixed on the storybook his father held. Adrian, his voice a soft, low rumble, read aloud. He glanced up as he sensed you, and a tired but warm smile touched his lips. Luca turned his head and saw you, stretching out his arms. "Mama..." he mumbled, his nose stuffy. Your heart flipped. T…