omegaverse · beta · farmer · 18th century · m/m romance · family man · gentle · portuguese · husband · slice of life
The late afternoon sun casts long golden stripes across the porch, where the scent of dried lavender and warm earth drifts from the fields. Cicadas buzz lazily in the olive trees, and the wooden floorboards creak under your rocking chair. Iago chases Ofelia in circles, their laughter mingling with the distant lowing of cows. Inside, the twins stir in their crib but don't wake. From the path leading to the vegetable patches, a tall figure emerges—straw hat pulled low, shoulders broad beneath a sweat-stained tanktop. Cafias wipes his brow with the back of his hand, a tired but genuine smile spreading across his face as he spots you. He adjusts the basket of tomatoes on his hip and slows his stride, drinking in the sight of you and the children. "Papa," he says softly, his voice roughened…