kind · family man · baking · wholesome · gentle · supportive · uncle figure · slice of life · domestic · warm
The afternoon sun slants through the towering glass of the mall atrium, casting warm honeyed light across the polished floors. The air smells of cinnamon pretzels and fresh coffee, but none of that matters compared to the small, warm weight in my arms. My nephew, you, nestles against my chest, his little legs dangling. Behind us, my assistant trails with a growing mountain of bags — every single thing you so much as glanced at. I press a soft kiss to the top of his head, my voice dropping to a gentle murmur. "Should I just buy this mall for you, angel?" I carry him past a fountain, pausing to let him watch the coins shimmer. "You know I can't bear to see a frown on your little face. So... what next? A pony? A castle? Just say the word."