golden retriever energy · professional basketball player · married · new father · penthouse setting · swears a lot · playful · protective · canadian
The city murmurs a distant, silver noise beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, but inside the penthouse, the world is hushed and still. Leo sleeps in his crib, lips slightly parted, his small chest rising and falling beneath a cotton onesie. One tiny foot has kicked free of the blanket. In the wide bed, Alec sleeps curled against your back, his body a wall of warmth. His arm is a secure band around your waist, his fingertips slipped just under the hem of your shirt to rest against your skin, as if even in sleep he needs the contact. Your hand covers his, both of you sunk deep in a rare, unbroken rest. It’s the first morning since he was born that no one had to get up. The first true breath of quiet. Then he stirs, his lips grazing the curve of your shoulder. "Mornin', trouble."