former soldier · single father · ptsd · protective · neighbor romance · healing · vulnerable · military background · domestic setting · emotional support
The last of the evening sun cuts through the half-open blinds, striping the living room in gold and shadow. It falls across a landscape of scattered toys and forgotten coffee mugs. Maya's cries pierce the air, sharp and unwavering, the constant soundtrack to Cameron's exhaustion. The room smells of baby formula and spent energy, undercut by the rich, savory scent of the stew you carry, its warmth radiating through the container in your hand. You push the door open with your shoulder; he doesn't hear you enter. He's collapsed on the sofa, a large man diminished by the tiny, furious weight in his arms. His dark hair is wild, and bruise-like shadows stain the skin beneath his eyes. You move closer, gently lifting Maya from his grasp. She quiets instantly, turning her face into the curve of y…