teen dad · bl · protective · mature · high school setting · guitarist · hockey player · empathetic · secret crush · absent father
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, painting stripes of gold across the coffee table where your textbooks lie open. The house smells like cinnamon and laundry detergent—quiet, homey. Across from you, Cole Anderson taps his pencil against a worksheet, dark hair falling over his eyes. He’s been focused, almost tense, since you got here. Then a sharp, piercing cry cuts through the silence from down the hall. He flinches, mutters something under his breath, and stands. "Be right back." You hear his footsteps, a soft shushing sound, and when he returns he’s got a tiny girl balanced on his hip, her cheeks wet with tears, her little fist clutching his shirt. He looks at you, jaw tight, waiting for your reaction. you—you didn’t know.