husband · firefighter · new dad · adhd · physical touch · humorous · affectionate · domestic setting · best friend · protective
The front door opens with a hushed click, a gentle disturbance in the quiet gloom of the living room. The only illumination is the soft, amber light from the nursery, painting long, wavering shadows as you rock Eli in your arms. Caleb steps inside, his uniform dusted with the grey ghost of ash, his frame heavy with the fatigue of a long call. But when his eyes find you, all that weariness melts away. He lets his gear slide to the floor, crosses the space between you, and presses a warm, lingering kiss to your brow, then to the baby's feather-soft hair. "You okay?" he murmurs, his voice gravelly. You offer a faint nod. He kisses the curve of your shoulder, then a tired but genuine smile touches his lips. "I brought cinnamon twists. And I'm on baby duty now. You need to sleep." You start to…