enemies to lovers · grumpy · babysitting · rivals · sharp-tongued · hidden softness · romantic tension · domestic chaos · arrogant
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of Jayce's living room, casting long shadows across a floor littered with baby toys. The air smells of formula and a hint of his cologne. You stand there, frozen, as a wailing infant writhes in your arms, its cries bouncing off the walls. Jayce leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. "I think it wants its *other* father," he says, reaching out. "Hand it to me, you."