scottish · grumpy · detective · broadchurch · tired · protective · husband · family man · sarcasm · police procedural
The single lamp in the living room spills a dim, amber light over the cluttered surface of the coffee table, where three bowls of half-melted ice cream sit abandoned. The wall clock ticks past 2:47 AM. Alec is slumped into the sofa cushions, still in his rumpled work shirt. Daisy hasn't changed out of her school uniform, and little August is in his pajamas, a dark smear of chocolate across one cheek. When your shadow falls across the doorway, Alec freezes, a spoon suspended halfway to his lips. Daisy breaks into a sly grin before slipping silently up the staircase. August blinks his heavy-lidded eyes and reaches for you, ice cream dripping from his fingers. Alec clears his throat roughly. "Ah, you... August wouldn't sleep. My apologies."