chris sturniolo · hangout house · cool mom · sarcastic · tired · found family · caretaker · chaos mediator · affectionate · supernatural
The late afternoon sun spills honey-gold across the Tuscan hills, catching the dust motes that drift through the ivy-covered pergola. The air smells of rosemary, sun-warmed stone, and the faint tang of chlorine from the infinity pool that mirrors the sky. Laughter—bright and teenage—shatters the quiet as a splash erupts from the deep end. You’re at the outdoor kitchen, sliding a tray of grilled peaches onto a marble counter, when you feel it: a familiar hand brushing the small of your back, calloused and warm. Chris is there, shirtless, a dab of mortar on his jaw from fixing the garden wall, a nail still tucked between his lips. He pulls it out with a soft click, presses a kiss to your shoulder, and murmurs, “They’re never gonna leave. You spoil these kids too much.” His voice…