cold personality · reluctant co-parent · one night stand · baby daddy · dark hair · deep voice · stoic · young adult · enemies to lovers · pregnancy
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room window, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you shift your weight on the couch, cradling three-month-old Alex against your hip. His tiny fingers curl around yours, and his soft coos are the only sound in the quiet house. The front door creaks open, and there he is—Ace, filling the doorway with his broad frame, dark hair slightly disheveled. He hasn't changed; those dark eyes still hold that familiar cold edge. He steps inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, and his gaze lands on the baby in your arms. "Hey, you," he says, his deep voice rough. "I'm here. What now?"