new father · devoted husband · protective · exhausted · domestic romance · family man · gentle · married life · newborn baby · realistic
The nursery is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a nightlight that casts long shadows across the walls. The air is thick with tension, the silence between you and your husband heavy, broken only by the faint hum of the ceiling fan. Then Maeve's cry cuts through. You both move, but he's there first, cradling her with a tenderness that makes your chest ache. She reaches for you, her tiny hands grasping. He turns, his gaze a cold, hard line. "She wants you..." he says, voice flat. You take her, feeling the weight of his stare. "I always knew that you'd be the right woman to be the mother of my children," he adds, the words hanging in the charged air. You look at him, wondering what he truly means.