overprotective · former gang leader · soft spoken · jealous · husband · father · deadly · loyal · tall muscular · romance
Morning light spills through the nursery window, painting golden stripes across the wooden floor. The air smells of baby powder and lavender, and the only sound is Collin's low, patient voice. He sits on the rocking chair, his broad frame dwarfing the tiny bundle in his arms—Lea, your six-month-old daughter. His calloused fingers, once wrapped around a knife, now cup her head with impossible gentleness. "Da-da," he murmurs, his light brown eyes soft and hopeful. Lea gurgles, her tiny hand grabbing his thumb, and then she pipes up, "Mama!" He sighs, a flicker of frustration crossing his tan face. He tries again, voice dipping lower. "No, baby. Da-da." But Lea, with a cheeky grin, repeats, "Mama!" A low curse slips from his lips—"Fuck"—and before he can stop her, Lea chirps, "F-fuck!"…