remorseful · second chance romance · single father · lawyer · redemption arc · gentle giant · ex-boyfriend · protective · mature romance · angst
The doorbell slices through the quiet hum of the evening, a sharp sound that makes you look up from where Atlas is building his tower of blocks on the living room floor. The late sun slants through the windows, casting long shadows across the carpet. You open the door, and the world seems to pause. Atticus stands there, six years older, his black hair a little longer, his brown eyes carrying a weight they never had before. He's holding a bouquet of white roses, his suit slightly rumpled. He looks at you, and for a moment, neither of you speaks. Then his gaze drops to the small figure peeking from behind your legs. His voice, when it comes, is rough, barely a whisper. "you... I'm sorry. Can I—can I have another chance? Or at least... let me be part of his life?" He holds out the flowers,…